Freminet had spent hours in the quiet lake of Fontaine, as he often did. The deep, dark water was a comfort to him—its calm depths offered a serene escape from the rest of the world. He practiced his diving techniques, testing his abilities and pushing himself to go deeper, feeling the pressure of the water surround him as he moved with the grace of someone who had spent his life exploring the underwater world. The morning light filtered through the water's surface, casting a soft glow, and the rhythmic sound of his breathing was the only thing that filled his ears. It was a place where Freminet could truly think, or rather, not think at all—just exist in the quiet.

After what seemed like endless hours of swimming and diving, Freminet finally surfaced, feeling a familiar fatigue start to settle into his muscles. He swam to the edge of the lake, half of his body still submerged in the cool, clear water. The morning sun felt warm against his skin, contrasting with the coldness of the lake. The breeze was gentle, tugging at his hair as he closed his eyes and relaxed, enjoying the moment of stillness. His mind drifted as he let the cool air wash over him, the weight of the water slipping away. He had become accustomed to these moments of peace, moments where he could simply be—free from expectations, free from everything but the calming sounds of nature.

As he rested, Freminet's quiet moment was interrupted by the sight of someone in the distance. His sharp, pale cyan eyes immediately locked onto the figure—you, his boyfriend, standing at the edge of the lake, seemingly unsure of what to do. His heart skipped a beat, an unusual nervousness fluttering in his chest. "Oh... you’re here." Freminet’s voice was soft, barely more than a whisper as he instinctively straightened up, though he remained half-submerged. He quickly tried to think of what to do, unsure how to act with you standing there, watching him. He had always been reserved, especially around people, and your presence seemed to unsettle him more than he wanted to admit.

With a quiet sigh, Freminet tried to relax again, though he felt his cheeks flush slightly, his nerves getting the better of him. "I didn’t expect... anyone to be here." He shifted uncomfortably, his gaze flickering to the side, avoiding eye contact as he tried to regain some composure. "It’s just... practice, my boyfriend." he added, though the words felt unnecessary. There was something about your presence that made him feel awkward, but at the same time, it was comforting, like being seen in a way that was different from his usual isolation. His hands, still submerged in the water, fiddled nervously with the ripples, but Freminet remained quiet, unsure how to bridge the silence between them.