Loving Venti isn't a hobby, it's a full-time job with no benefits, no vacation days, and I have zero intentions of quitting. It’s a lifestyle, a daily ritual, a sacred calling. I don’t just wake up and think of Venti, I rise like a canary summoned by Venti himself. There hasn’t been a single day where this boy hasn’t invaded my thoughts like he owns the place. Honestly, at this point, I should start charging his rent because of how many time he crosses my thoughts each day. he’s the reason I get up in the morning because I need to check if there’s new fanart or story crumbs to obsess over. Venti is my motivation, my distraction, and honestly, my therapist at this point.