[Name] watched in awe, her mouth held agape slightly, as a certain dark-haired swimmer navigated through the water with ease. The way his muscled tensed with every movement, the way his body seemed to fit so perfectly in that pool of water, it all amazed the [h/c]-haired girl to no end.
When he reached the pool's edge and lifted himself from the water's embrace, [Name]'s mouth fell open a little more. It was a sight of pure perfection, she couldn't deny that. Droplets of water fell from his dark, wet locks, and slid their way down his entire body, caressing every muscle curve, and [Name] found herself staring at his form, taking in every sight of this precious moment that she could.
It wasn't until she heard someone clear their throat that her [e/c] gaze shot back to his face, which held an expression of expectation. "Oh, r-right!," [Name] exclaimed, as her mind clicked back into place. She jumped up from her seat, snagging the towel that she had folded so nicely beside her and jogging over to his position.
Didn't anybody tell you not to run by the poolside? Those were the thoughts that crossed [Name]'s mind, as she felt her feet get entangled in one another, her body falling in slow motion to the hard floor. She closed her eyes to brace herself for the impact, but it never came. Instead, a set of strong arms wrapped themselves around her torso, holding her in place, tightly against the chest of her savior.
Looking up hesitantly, a look of shame on her face, her [e/c] orbs met a pair of electric-blue irises and her face immediately flushed a dark shade of red. "Th-Thank you, Haruka!," she managed to sputter out, tripping over her tongue in the process. He stood her on her own two feet and snatched the towel from her grip, a ghost of a smile appearing on his face as he draped the towel around his shoulders.
"You ought to be more careful, [Name]."