Who: Noah and Primo
What: Their first meeting! Complete with swimmer bodies and... wetness?
Where: The pool.
When: Right before this.
Rating: SFW for now.

Teachers were apparently taking pity on the seniors, because miraculously, Noah was finished with all of his homework less than an hour after his last class ended. He'd also maybe half-assed his physics work, but it was the effort that counted, right? There will still two hours until dinner and he was bored, so he decided he might as well hit up the pool; it'd probably be empty at this time of day. So he quickly changed - swim trunks as opposed to his Speedo, because this wasn't a serious practice - and made the walk over.

The pool wasn't empty, strangely enough. He could hear the splash of water the second he opened the door. Curious, he slung his duffel bag over his shoulder and wandered in to investigate. He assumed it'd at least be one of his teammates, but none of them had hair quite like that, and this person definitely... did.

Rather than interrupting, Noah silently climbed into the bleachers and watched as he did a lap. Shit, this kid was good. But who the hell was he?