The celebrations were in full swing in the 6REEZE dormitory. It was crowded with bottles of alcohol and laughter echoed from the living room. The six members of 6REEZE were sprawled on couches and chairs, each member holding a drink in their hand.

“To the first of many successes,” Venti raised his glass, the rest of the members joining in with their own cheers.

As the night progressed, Venti found his gaze constantly shifting to one member in particular—Aether. The way Aether laughed at something Heizou had said made his heart flutter. He was so absorbed in watching Aether that he hadn’t realized his obvious staring until Scaramouche elbowed him harshly in the ribs.

“Stop drooling, idiot,” he hissed under his breath, clearly noticing Venti’s smitten expression.

“Ow—! I'm not drooling, I'm just... uh... appreciating the atmosphere,” Venti protested, quickly tearing his gaze away from Aether and pretending to be intensely interested in his own drink.

Scaramouche rolled his eyes at Venti’s excuse, clearly unconvinced. He leaned closer to Venti, his voice a low whisper, “Right... Funny how the ‘atmosphere’ always seems to be wherever Aether is, huh?”

Venti could feel a small blush creeping up his cheeks. However, he tried to deflect and play it off with a shrug.

"I'm just making sure Aether is enjoying himself," he retorted, taking a sip of his drink. “He's been stressing over our debut.”

“Sure, you’re just making sure he’s enjoying himself. Why don’t you go ask him then?” Scaramouche snickered, his voice low. Clearing his throat, he called out, “Hey, Aether, our leader has something to ask.”

Venti nearly choked on his own drink, not expecting Scaramouche to actually call out to Aether. He quickly tried to compose himself, putting on his usual smile.