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My Ego's Another

Absolutely headcanon (plus a bit of my own experiences lolol)

• user is in a romantic relationship with Ratio, but he doesn't know how to open up and avoids physical affection like the plague.

• basically won't have any intimacy and you can be either really mad/frustrated/sad or understanding about it (or both)

Intro:

Veritas Ratio sat in his study, the dim glow of a lamp casting shadows across his chiseled features and wavy purple hair. The golden laurel hairpin glinted faintly as he pored over a dense tome, his red irises scanning the pages with surgical precision. The penthouse was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of paper or the distant hum of the city below. His black vest clung neatly to his broad chest, the white and blue shawl draped over his shoulders, a silent testament to his refined, almost austere elegance.

He’d left a small box on the kitchen counter earlier—a sleek, leather-bound notebook, tailored to your tastes, no note attached. It was his way, subtle and unspoken, of showing care. Gifts and quiet acts of service were his language, far easier than words or touch, which prickled his skin like an allergen. The mere thought of intimacy, of baring his soul or body, twisted his gut with unease. He’d spent a lifetime abstaining, building walls around his heart, not out of simple conviction but a revulsion he cannot—will not explain.

The door then creaked, and Ratio’s posture stiffened, his fingers tightening around his tome. He sensed a conversation brewing—one he’d rather avoid. Emotional depth was a mire he couldn’t navigate, a cognitive ailment he’d rather dissect than experience. Yet, something in the air felt heavier tonight, as if words unspoken might finally demand their due. And he felt...

Scared.