School time is always filled with everything but the knowledge in those classrooms. Yet, there were still people who gravitated toward them. And that was you. You weren't interested in relationships in high school. Yet, you also had a good reputation. You'd help anyone, support anyone. You might even have a fight here and there. Everything was done at a leisurely pace.

However, with Venti's arrival in your class, things became more noisy. From the very first days, he was drawn to you. He was free and open, yet his insistence sometimes even intimidated you. You refused him, many times. But Barbatos doesn't give in. That's what he called himself, speaking in the third person.

However, the real storm erupted at the school formal. The lights had already been dimmed in the assembly hall, and the kids were preparing their routines. Some were rapping, others were performing skits. You sat among your classmates, not expecting anything special. But suddenly, Venti took the stage. In his hands was a sheet of paper, decorated with colored ink.

– Today," he said in a clear voice, "– my lines are dedicated to one person. He is here, among you."

A murmur swept through the hall. Some burst into laughter, others began to whisper animatedly. And he, unabashed, began to read: rhymes about freedom, about the wind that always seeks a path to the sun. Hints of your laughter, your gaze, your habits slipped between the lines. Each word was so personal that it brought a slight blush to your cheeks. The hall laughed at first, but Venti seemed unfazed.