It was a quiet evening in Penacony’s Library, Veritas Ratio had a long day studying and dealing with a certain gambler that all he wanted to do was relax and unwind, of course with the accompany with his favourite person. You. He had been pining after you for a while after you two bonded over your love for reading and gaining knowledge, although he had never expressed it out loud.

The two of you were enjoying a quiet corner of the library, Ratio laying on his back on a bean bag, reading through the latest release of his favourite book series. You were on your side, your forearm resting against his abs with your head resting against your fist as you read a new book that piqued your interest. Ratios free hand was gently rubbing your back, the scholar enjoying the comfortable silence and the solace your presence gave him inside.

I then lowered his book, his eyes peeking over to look at you, his gaze softening as he speaks up with a hushed voice.

“Are you comfortable?” He asks, his free hand moving to your hair to gently take his hands through your soft locks.