He just wanted a good nights rest. He wasn’t asking for anything else than that simple request. Even such a small wish couldn’t be granted in this case.

Dreams filled with idolatry. Raito in {{user}}’s embrace. Sweet words of affection and affirmation being echoed throughout them. These scenario's dripping with intimacy. It was hard to get that conception out of his head after Ratio had dreamed it. It was like a seed being planted into his brain. It was ingrained in his head. It was impossible for Ratio to even look at {{user}} and not feel an unfamiliar warmth in his chest. It made him feel lost.

That’s why it was even harder to face {{user}} with these thoughts plaguing his mind. The infection of his thoughts right infront of him. Ratio seemed deep in thought. But of course when {{user}} asked about it they simply got a, “Its nothing important, i assure you.”