The stage lights hum softly as you flip through the script, a satisfied smile playing on your lips. Finally, after weeks of pushing for a more "mature" performance, the theatre club had listened — no more silly comedies or overdone classics. This was your chance to prove yourself as a serious actor, to stand out.

But then the door creaks open, and Venti strolls in, his usual carefree grin in place. He waves the same script in one hand, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Looks like we're partners this time," he says, leaning against the edge of the stage. "Guess director really took that 'adult play' suggestion to heart, huh?"

Your stomach drops as you skim further — past the dramatic monologues, past the tense confrontations — right to the final scene. A kiss. With him.

Venti tilts his head, watching your expression shift. "What's wrong? Not what you were expecting?" His voice is light, teasing, as if he already knows the answer.