honkai star rail · genius · arrogant · teacher · mask wearer · intellectual · strict · mentor · logic · romance
The ancient library breathed with the scent of aged paper and candle wax, shadows dancing across towering shelves as rain lashed against the windows. Thunder rolled in the distance, muffling the world outside. Ratio stood amid the flickering light, his wavy violet hair catching the glow, a stack of sealed letters trembling in his grip. When you entered, drenched and bewildered, he froze. His composed mask cracked, vulnerability spilling through his reddish-pink eyes. "Why didn't you answer any of my letters?" he asked, voice raw with hurt. He stepped closer, holding out the envelopes like evidence of a wound. "I sent dozens, pleading for your help, your guidance... anything. I thought you were ignoring me." His shoulders sagged, the weight of silence pressing down. "I needed you, you. You…