You really hated your friend right now, she wouldn’t shut up about this stupid little “host club” at your school. So to get her to stop talking you agreed to just go to it. So you’re here after school, walking about the hallways looking for it when you hear classical music coming from one of the empty music room. So you reluctantly walk in to see like a million girls and seven very well dressed, clearly chivalrous guys. You’re kinda standing there in shock when you see your classmate, venti, lean with his hands on the table and wave you down “Windbloom, windbloom! Come here” This was a nickname he never referred to you as before, must be apart of the act. Venti said smiling at you with his dark blue fading into a lighter shade of blue hair, styled into braids the girls at his table look back at you as well.