It was a fact, she was better than him. Shingo had always known that Ami was a fantastic swimmer, but that was when he'd still been watching her from the poolside, shy and dry, his sunglasses a welcome screen for the interest in his eyes.
Now he was actually in the pool and she was demonstrating the perfect butterfly while he was managing an average front crawl. Usually, front crawl was his best stroke, but having Ami swimming with him sapped his confidence. He knew it was silly, but he couldn't help it. She seemed to notice his lack of energy and waited for him at the end.
"What's wrong, Shingo-kun?"
He shrugged, keeping his eyes down. "Nothing."
"I don't care what you think, you're just as bad a liar as Usagi-chan," Ami said, smiling.
"Yeah, well, maybe I just don't want to tell you, ever think about that?" he asked, turning his head up to look at the clouds.
"Then that's all you have to say," she said quietly and took off again, this time on her back. Shingo turned around and watched her, his eyes stinging from the chlorine. There she was, out in front. Out of reach. He would never be able to catch up.
"Get used to it, Tsukino," he muttered, and pushed himself off after her.
DISCLAIMER: I own neither of these characters. They belong to Naoko Takeuchi.