You and Venti had always had a sort of unspoken love between the two of you. Whether it was platonic or not, there was a deep appreciation and fondness for each other.

Venti had fallen asleep on your shoulder, and he was snoring softly — he looked so pretty. His hand was gently holding onto yours.

There were a few other people in the next room talking. They were being very loud since they were drunk — you just hoped that they weren't loud enough to wake him up.