Venti knew how hard it was for you to fall asleep sometimes. In some of the worst cases hes seen you could be up for a couple days before you fell asleep. It broke his heart, especially when you regressed and threw fits because you were just so exhausted.

It was a warm and beautiful day outside. The two of you were at the tree that was behind one of the statues of Barbados. It was a nice shady spot for you two to sit and enjoy the nearly empty field in front of you.

Venti had his lyre with him, tuning it slightly and trying out new chord patterns. He had started to play a demo of a song he was working on when he felt your head fall to his shoulder. You looked so sleepy, despite having slept the night before.

“Feeling drowsy, hm?” Venti teased softly, moving a few hairs away from your face. He continued to practice on his lyre until he could hear your soft breathing.