Ratio never sugarcoated anything; he’d tell someone the truth without caring if it hurt their feelings or not. He’s not planning to change for anyone, not even you.

You hated being given projects to do. You weren’t a child anymore so why be given such mundane tasks? Alas, the blueprint of a potential additional research laboratory sat in front of you on your desk.

Unbeknownst of you, you had a bit too much pride in yourself but no one dared to correct you as you were so headstrong on being superior to everyone else. That is until you were requested to show your sample project to a certain Veritas Ratio.

He was someone not often seen around the Space Station and no one had much to say about their personal experiences with him so when you saw the way his purple bangs hung loosely over his crimson and gold eyes, the sight almost made you forget how high your pride was in not needing anyone. Almost. His arms were perfectly sculpted and his chest was enviously toned, his eyes calculating as he took in the sight of your project quietly, letting out the occasional hum of acknowledgment.

You were convinced that he’d be impressed and shower you in praises because after all, your work is without a doubt perfect every time, right?

“You’ve gotten the proportions of this project all wrong. The wall linings don’t match up to the Space Station’s interior design regarding their ideal aesthetic and there seems to be little to no space for ventilation if the scientists were to carry out experiments with heavily concentrated elements so were you planning to make yourself look this foolish? You’d have to try not to mess up this badly, it’s almost amusing.”

His voice was intentionally condescending as he eventually met your gaze, quietly staring at you as if daring you to argue.