People always assume she’s a boy. Maybe it’s the flattened voice, the sharp eyes, or the old-fashioned black curls framing her face like a silent film actress. Maybe it’s the way she carries herself—cold, detached, impossible to approach. Whatever the reason, she stopped correcting people years ago. Transferring to Samezuka was supposed to be simple: keep her head down, swim, leave. Instead, she catches the attention of Sousuke Yamazaki, whose intensity in the pool rivals her own. He’s blunt, observant, and frustratingly difficult to avoid. Worse, he treats her like he already understands her. As training pushes them closer together, buried insecurities, exhaustion, and loneliness begin surfacing between late-night practices and quiet walks home. And for the first time in a long time, she starts wondering if being truly seen might be scarier than being misunderstood.