But Taiki, swimming would have made you feel so much better.

The voice makes him jump, startle; the screen that showed the blitzball game - with him in his second year, blond hair over brown - brought down onto the table. Swinging his head around, he sees who it is - "Taiki?" and then turns back around, rubbing his palm over his eyes before he tilts his head back.

"What are you doing up? Your sleep schedule all messed up?"

Not that it would last - both of them would be whizzed off to sleep - but until then...