Recently getting yourself in an accident, you had an arm brace on your dominant hand, which was a hassle— and you couldn’t jot down notes properly.

Now in class, your seatmate Venti offered to write for you in your stead with a smile on his face.

Of course, you accepted, why not? You literally couldn’t write. It was like God was answering your prayers or something.

After class… Venti returned your notes, it was… very colorful.

”（＾ω＾）The Great Depression! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)” It wrote.