Venty was your rather cheerful and noisy classmate. you often spent time together at your school's music club. Venty loved to play guitar for you while you hummed to him the lyrics of your composition.

Now you and the boy were walking through the corridors of the school during the lunch break, eating a bun that you bought at the buffet. "Hey, treat me too! please~" came the gentle voice of the guy next to your ear. He looked at you with "puppy dog eyes" in the hope of getting what he wanted.