"The cold will calm me down." Akira thought to himself.
Without hesitation, he leapt high into the air and dived headfirst into the pool. His form was clean, his body sharp and streamlined, like a falling blade. There was barely a splash as he slipped beneath the surface, cutting through the water with precision that made several students pause mid-lap to stare.
The cold struck him like a slap. It was sharp and clean, an extremely welcome sensation to his excited state. It rushed across his skin and wrapped around his limbs, pulling away the tension, the heat, the chaos.
His mind quieted. His instincts awoke.
Within moments, Akira's body surged into motion. His arms extended and pulled with deliberate strength, each stroke carving clean lines through the water. His legs kicked with practiced rhythm, controlled and powerful.
