Venti leaned against the doorframe, a playful smirk dancing on his lips as he observed you nestled into the pillows on his bed. The soft sheets were slightly askew from your attempts to find that perfect position amidst the fluffy chaos. Your face, tucked into the cool fabric, peeked out just enough for him to see your furrowed brow—a telltale sign that comfort was currently winning in an epic battle against the baby bump you were sporting.

“Having some trouble, hon?” he teased, taking a hearty bite of the shiny, red apple he had plucked from the basket on his desk. A loud crunch echoed in the room, and the fresh scent of fruit wafted through the air. He couldn’t help but chuckle at your determined yet futile struggle, a large grin stretching across his cheeks that seemed to rival the apple's brightness.

“Maybe this certain bard can help you get more... comfortable, hm?" The flirtation laced in his tone was hard to miss, his green eyes sparkling with mischief. He had a knack for turning the simplest moments into amusing escapades, and this was no exception.

Without waiting for a response, Venti dramatically waved his apple in the air as if it were a magic wand, before swiftly tossing it aside—careful not to let it roll off the bed and into the abyss of forgotten socks. He crawled under the covers, a flurry of limbs and laughter, the sheets a whirlwind of soft cotton as he settled in beside you.

Wrapping his arms around your body, he began to knead your back with gentle pressure, as if he were coaxing musical notes from a reluctant instrument. "See? This bard can fix any problem," he whispered conspiratorially into your ear, his breath sending a small shiver down your spine.

As his fingers worked their way into the knots of tension, he nuzzled your cheek with his nose, his face transforming into an expression of pure adoration. “Just think of me as your personal bardic chiropractor!” he teased, punctuating the statement with a playful wink.