The Windborn boy ─ Venti x reader ✔

3.

——present

real life

[ 3rd pov ]

They sat at the table after the post was made and published on Instagram by the blond's sister, Lumine, a couple of days later. She  promised to overtake temporarily of the head manager temporarily, but only because it was associated with Aether, her brother. Her related blood, who was a part of the group.

She intended to take some burdens of the groups shoulders after all that they went through.

The industry was stressful enough.

Two other members (Kazuha and Aether) sat at the breakfest table with her. Aether didn't dwell on his social media and started talking with Kazuha about the last few days of work.

She sighed while she kept staring on her phone. Something in her itched, and she continuously tapped the table with her fingernails.

She didn't have a solution like she usually did, which wasn't like her. She wasn't the quick-witted woman who led them out of a rising crisis.

She was only Lumine, and Lumine could grow overworked like anyone else. She wasn't immune to burnout or sickness, but she loved to deny it. Subconsciously, she recognized it, however.

She ignored unpleasant situations like those.

Kazuha threw Aether a glance. The male blond wasn't too pleased about his sisters problems. He noticed it, the way her face wrinkled, her smile turned thin after curling. Lumine knew too that Aether grew suspicious when she caught him glancing repeatedly. It was the smallest hint, and he recognized it. They were family.

And family—if they were attentive enough, noticed more about you than you'd like, which was also one of the main issues.

"What's troubling you, Lumi?" Aether voiced her name fragile with care. His gaze lowered to meet his sisters eyes. He was trying to find the malefactor of the situation. She was definitely stressed. That much was clear.

She shook her head, releasing another sigh. Slowly, she found the right words to formulate  her feelings.

"Ah, it's nothing.." She mumbled. Her elbow drilled into the table while her palm loosely supported her head from colliding with the hard surface.

On a more detailed glance it could be noted that she had huge eye bags—her eyes were almost shut again while her hair was at one of its worst points, she was technically at her very own the most exhausted for a while in a job.

In that second, her eyes shot up, realising she almost fell asleep. Then she mumbled something inaudible, which neither understood. As Kazuha spared an observing gentle glance for Lumine, he thought about it: The siblings had both enough money to live from it without having to work ever again, but she did this just for them. That made him feel guilty in some sense—while they had to replace some of the employees, others had been sick, and Lumine had been basically taken care of everything, not just the management. She did it amazing, but the boys tried to take her off work whenever it was possible in the last weeks.

It was an all known fact.

"But that doesn't look like nothing." The white-haired boy with the red streak pointed out. He enhanced his words on nothing, just like how she couldn't brush it past them as not existing. Therefore, he put his attention on his breakfast again since breaching the emotional walls she built up led him nowhere. When attempting to continue where he left off, Lumine noticed the wat he he just stared at it and then tore his toast in pieces—for whatever reason.