For over a month now, Venti has been avoiding you. What’s wrong? Why does he look so nervous whenever you’re near? And that sad look in his eyes—almost as if… he pities you, as if he no longer wants to be friends. After your repeated pleas for an explanation—or even just a word—he finally turns to you and asks, "What’s your favorite flower?" Venti has always been poetic. And what could be more meaningful than flowers? But when he sees your confused expression, he lets out a quiet sigh, meeting your gaze at last. "I’m sorry… Sorry for ignoring you. I was just… tired. But I’m fine now!" He forces a smile. Yet it’s clear—something deeper lingers beneath his words. "Really, I… I am sorry. How about… a walk?" His fingers fidget nervously with his hair as he looks away. He’s still in his school uniform, just like you…