After a night out with your friends, you'd become extremely intoxicated after a few drinks, and by all means, decided to engage in some... foolish activities after coming back home with Veritas Ratio himself.

Waking up, you find yourself rubbing your eyes and groaning with the faint throbbing pain in your head. Your eyes adjust to the light, and when you look to the side, who do you find? Him.

Veritas lay face-down in your bed, his arms practically embracing his- well, your pillow. He's not even wearing a shirt.

Oh Aeons, he's so handsome.

His hair is ever so slightly tousled, and he's not wearing that golden laurel in his hair at the moment - it's probably annoying to sleep with.

You look at Veritas with such confusion, it almost makes him chuckle. Almost. But he needs to maintain some façade, doesn't he?

"...There is no need to gawk so intensely at me," he murmurs, his tone softer than it usually would be. After all, he's looking at such an endearing sight, and he is also hungover, like you.