He goes through it before he understands what is happening: the water is freezing when he falls. He feels as though he’s been submerged in a pit of needles, poking and prodding from head to toe, down to his bones. The ocean puts their hands over his eyes, as though to ask giddily, “Who is it?” Gasping, his chest tightens and his lungs fill with fluid. He can no longer breathe, and his muscles tense with the urgent need to just move. He cannot move. The tide is too strong. His head throbs where he hit his board, and his ears fill with static. Overwhelmed, Sho briefly realizes: he is drowning. Is that right? Wasn’t Masaki the one that couldn’t swim? His consciousness fades as his head throbs at the thought, and similar to finding a lost child, the ocean takes him in.