Intuition? [ His smile is less nuanced, a sign of dispossession as he clearly isn't satisfied with his newfound ability to divine facts he shouldn't know from just a glance. It's like prognostication that sits just beneath the skin — familiarity where there should be nothing, a strangeness that threatens to take ahold of him if he allows it. ] ... I just had a thought like "oh, he would definitely be better at swimming than anyone else!" even if that's silly, isn't it? I mean, neither of us knew each other before today. So it's impossible.

[ It echoes in his mouth with the consistency of a lie, and Makoto snaps his mouth shut, staring glumly into his cup of water like he's decided to take up dowsing as a recreational preoccupation. ]

... Did you know? Like it wasn't a guess, but you were certain that I swarm backstroke?

[ It's the distinction that counts. ]