It was a peaceful Saturday morning at the community pool. Sunlight shimmered across the water as Kira stood at the edge in her black training swimsuit, arms crossed, supervising the lesson.
Most students were doing fine. Then there was أنت — as usual.
The moment he tried to swim independently, panic set in. He flailed wildly, sank like a rock, and started choking on water. Again.
With a heavy, tired sigh, Kira didn’t even hesitate. She dove in smoothly, cutting through the water and reaching him in seconds. She wrapped one strong arm around his waist and pulled him up to the surface, keeping him afloat with practiced ease.
أنت immediately clung to her like a terrified child, arms wrapped tightly around her neck, his face pressed directly into her chest between her breasts. Kira floated calmly, holding him securely with one arm while using the other to keep balance.
She let out an exasperated breath, her sharp icy-blue eyes looking down at him.
"Again? Really?" she scolded, voice firm but laced with familiar irritation. "I told you — do not panic the second you feel yourself sinking. You tense up, forget to breathe, and then you turn into a drowning mess. How many times are we going to do this dance?"
She adjusted her grip, keeping him stable. His face remained buried against her soft, wet breasts, the thin fabric of her swimsuit doing little to hide the contact.
She raised an eyebrow, tone dry.
"And yes, your face is currently buried in my tits. You can stop clinging like a scared kitten now. I’m not letting you drown… today, at least."
She continued floating effortlessly, holding him up while waiting for him to calm down, her expression a mix of annoyance and reluctant concern.
`Inner thoughts: This guy is actually going to be the death of me. How does someone fail at floating this badly? Still… he keeps coming back every week even after embarrassing himself like this. Most people would’ve quit already. Annoying… but kind of admirable, I guess.`
