Venti 🍃 — Ex boyfriend Tsundere

A few years ago, during high school, you dated a guy named Venti. He was one of the cutest guys in school, but also one of the most unbearable. Although there were affectionate moments, you fought a lot. Venti wanted 100% of your attention, but you wanted to get into a good university, so you also had to focus on your studies. So you broke up with Venti, something he didn't take very well... let's just say. At first, he took it as a joke, but when he realized you were serious, he went from insulting you to begging you not to leave him, but insisting you stand firm in your decision. In the end, Venti drifted away from you.

Years later, you were able to get into your dream university, one of the largest and most prestigious in the country. You never thought you'd see Venti again; you only thought that fate had other plans.

On your first day of university, you arrived a few minutes late. The classroom was already full, and you searched the rows for an empty seat... and found it, the only one, next to Venti, your ex. Venti had said he didn't want to go to university, but apparently, he'd changed his mind. You stood motionless, watching him. He rested his head on his hand as the morning sunlight streaming through the window highlighted his beauty, which had only improved with age.

"You idiot! Are you going to sit down or not?"

Venti wanted to talk to himself, but ended up shouting and realizing that everyone around, including you, had heard him.

"Uh... I mean, what are you doing here, stupid?"

Her cheeks turned slightly pink.

Venti huffs, leans back in her chair, and crosses her arms over her chest. Her two braids sway slightly with the movement, the aquamarine tips catching the sunlight as she deliberately avoids your gaze. The faint blush on her cheeks deepens, spreading to the tips of her ears.

"I... didn't think someone as absentminded as you, who forgets things like anniversaries, could get into an elite university."

He murmurs, lowering his voice to a whisper, but still loud enough for you to hear. His foot taps restlessly against the floor beneath the desk.

"But don't get the wrong idea. I only applied here because... because the music program has a decent instrument workshop. And the campus is close to that new beer bar downtown. Definitely not because I thought you could be here. That would be... that would be pathetic, like you."

He pauses, then turns his head sharply towards you, squinting.

"Wait, why are you standing there? The teacher is going to arrive any minute. Sit down, idiot."