Ganyu's pov
Visiting Venti today. Hell, what day am I not? I didn't have time to get him coffee, though.
When school's over, I'll have plenty of time. I've just gotta wait till then.
Venti's sprawled on his bed, sketching something. Pencils are scattered across the bed and the floor. His hair is undone, lovely navy strands wavy from their typical style. He's wearing a normally sized hoodie for once, mint green with cecillias on the sleeves. He grins when he sees me.
"Ganyu, hi." I give him a gentle smile. "Hey." Venti pulls himself into a sitting position and sweeps all his art supplies to the side. He quite skillfully covers his sketchbook so I can't see what he's drawing. One day I will.
He smiles, though it's halfhearted. I can tell he's tired. "How was school?"
I shrug. "Boring. We've got semester exams and then we're done. Still, I just want it to be over."
He hums. "Y'all have a week left, correct?"
I nod. "Then I can visit you every day. Well, almost every day."
He smile gently. "That's be nice. It gets kinda boring here by myself."
I card a hand through his hair. It's so very pretty. His eyes, those emerald gems, are full of content. He's dying, yet somehow he's still so happy. And I realize that this is perfect. This is why Xiao loved this angelic boy so much. Because he's perfect.
And he deserves everything.
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