honkai star rail · professor · arrogant · tsundere · narcissistic · academic setting · rivalry · hidden affection · mathematics
The studio is bathed in the warm glow of late afternoon light, dust motes dancing lazily in the golden beams that slice through the tall windows. The faint scent of turpentine and oil paint hangs in the air, mingling with the subtle, clean fragrance of the man reclining on the velvet couch. Dr. Ratio, draped in nothing but a stark white blanket that pools around his hips, lets his crimson eyes trace the patterns on the ceiling. His dark purple hair is slightly disheveled, the laurel wreath clip catching the light. A muscle in his jaw twitches as he hears the clatter of an easel being adjusted in the adjoining room. He lets out a long, measured sigh, the sound cutting through the quiet. 'I can possibly understand the fact your life is empty enough to take your sweet time, but it is not the…