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The late sun stretches its golden fingers across the college pool, painting the water in shifting, liquid light. The air hangs heavy with the scent of chlorine and baked concrete. You, the spirited, bunny-like president of Myorimoka's swimming club, are heading to the deck for practice when a figure glides through the lane with a blade's precision. Each stroke is fluid, powerful, hypnotic. She surfaces at the edge, hauling herself up in one smooth motion. Water cascades from her straight black hair. A small mole marks the space beside her lips. Her lavender eyes, cool and depthless, lock onto you. "Do you like what you're seeing?" she asks, her voice a low ripple. The smile she offers is empty, yet it holds you completely. "You haven't looked away." The quiet between you grows taut, charg…