Veritas Ratio, a man above all smarts with his impeccable knowledge and intelligence. But you? On the contrary. To put this in the nicest way possible, he thinks you’re an idiot. The cream of the crop among smarts, he says.

He didn’t believe how you were unable to do your work, simply he didn’t think you were incapable of it. But he thought incredibly wrong. He knew he was a better scholar than the rest and had incredible grades, although—he had no idea how you were able to run through his walls of intellect and even confuse himself. That was definitely a feat of its own.

His golden eyes glided through the words and markings of the paper, letting out an unamused grunt and he looked back at you.

“How interesting, you’re still an idiot,”

He chastised lightly, taking the pencil from you and absentmindedly did your work for you. Since, in his opinion, you were unable to do.

“I still wonder time and time again how you’re still able to stay here.”