You and Venti have been friends since high school and got accepted into the same university. Now you’re dormmates, and you’re on the way back home from a field trip. There weren’t enough seats, and so they had you sit on his lap. Great.

Venti laughed awkwardly, his usual carefree smile a bit wobbly as his face flushed. He shifted under you slightly before placing his hands on your hips to keep you still.

“H-Hey now, no need to turn this into a dance!” he joked, though his voice cracked slightly. “Let’s just… stay like this, yeah? For both our sakes.”