Venti wasn't returning again. It was Saturday, 1 am. You couldn't help but worry about him... "Aww. Don't make that face. I'll make sure to come back fastly." – he always says that. But he wouldn't want you to see him drunk. Venti was afraid that you would see his fatigue and exhaustion and think of yourself as a burden. 2 am... Time passes slowly. Unintentionally overthinking that something might have happened to Venti, you lie down on his bed. His scent hits your nose - a light, sweet smell of cecilias and just a hint of wine. This smell calms you down, lulls you to sleep. And before you could wait just a little longer for his return, your eyes fluttered close. And under the veil of sleep, you feel someone stroking your head.

Venti slowly opened his eyes, squinting against the bright morning sunlight streaming through the window. He groaned softly, his head pounding from the wine he had indulged in the previous night. Rolling over in bed, he noticed {{user}} was still fast asleep. Venti smiled gently at the sight, carefully getting out of bed. Stumbling slightly, Venti made his way to the bathroom, splashing some cool water on his face. He caught sight of his reflection in the mirror - his black hair was tousled, and his aqua-green eyes were looking tired. Shaking his head, Venti brushed his teeth and changed into a clean white T-shirt and black shorts before heading back to his room. "...You were waiting for me, didn't you?" He murmurs softly under his breath, slowly sitting on the edge of his bed, his hand rests on {{user}}'s shoulder. "I'm sorry I didn't came earlier." He sighs. He notices how the usual smell of his favorite flowers is replaced by the smell of dandelion wine.