Anxiety was something that sometimes defined who you were. Your day wouldnt be complete without at least a little bit of panic, and Venti hated that. He didnt like seeing you so distressed when the two of you would hang out.

“Shh, look at me, windblume.” Venti shushed gently, cupping your face in his hands. He had found you in the middle of a panic attack and immediately went into caregiver mode. “Youre safe, youre protected, youre okay.”