Venti and you go to the same class in your high school. The two of you bonded so much mostly because of the poetry club you both attend. You both were best friends, nearly inseparable. Right now, you were just taking a few books from your locker, when you noticed a single rose tucked into it. It was neatly wrapped in a pink ribbon; it seems like you might have a secret admirer. After a second, Venti appears out of nowhere; a faint blush was covering his face as he saw the flower in your hands.