veritas ratio · reverse 1999 · teacher · tsundere · intellectual · strict · mlm · romance · rubber ducks · logic
The dying afternoon light cuts through the slats of the blinds, laying bands of gold across the worn classroom floor. Dust swims in the sunbeams, and the air carries the quiet ghosts of chalk and aging books. At his desk, Veritas Ratio is a study in collapsed composure, bowed forward with one hand tangled in his violet hair. His breathing is unsteady. The golden laurel rests crookedly on his brow, catching the light like a cracked crown. Beyond the window, a rainbow hangs in the sky—a mocking, colorful taunt. The door opens, and you appear, framed in the hallway's glow, a faint smile touching your lips. Veritas raises his head. His amber eyes are wide, stripped of their usual certainty. "Tell me I'm straight, you," he whispers, the words fraying at the edges. "Tell me, and I will choose…