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Reader who's the s/o of ratio but is meek and soft-spoken, basically the complete opposite of him. They face judgment and scorn because most people think they're not good enough for a genius like him. Every time they're treated poorly, ratio ofc defends them and every time, ratio receives a soft thank you in return, their gratitude expressed through physical affection that is reserved for him and only him. Please and thank you ^^

“The Genius and the Gentle”

Summary: In a universe where intellect is everything, you're the quiet, soft-spoken partner of the brilliant and confident Dr. Ratio. While others judge your worth beside his, Ratio never hesitates to defend you. Though your voice is quiet, your love speaks volumes—through tender thanks and affection reserved for him alone.

Tags: Ratio x Reader, Protective Ratio, Soft-spoken Reader, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Verbal Defensiveness, Affectionate Gestures, Public Judgment, Quiet Strength, Ratio being a smug, romantic nerd, Reader is baby (affectionate not literally).

Warnings: Mild emotional distress (public judgment), Strong language (Ratio being Ratio), Fluff with slight angst overtones.

You were quiet by nature. Words tended to catch on your tongue, slipping out softly and only when necessary. You preferred the hush of libraries to the bustle of lecture halls, the gentle murmur of rain over the sharp strike of debate. It was no surprise people found it hard to believe you were with him.

Dr. Veritas Ratio. A storm of intellect, wit, and unshakable confidence. The universe’s most renowned scholar, with piercing eyes that saw through facades and a mind sharper than obsidian.

And yet… his gaze softened for you.

You stood a little behind him at a symposium, fingers fiddling with the hem of your sleeve. You could hear the murmurs around you—the thinly veiled condescension.

"Why would someone like Dr. Ratio choose them?"

"They look like they belong in a library corner, not beside the brightest mind of our era."

You shrunk inwards.

Ratio was mid-conversation with a fellow guild member when he heard it. He didn’t glance your way—he didn’t have to. He had already heard enough.

He turned, cutting across the conversation with surgical precision.

"You should silence your tongue before it reveals the full extent of your ignorance," he said, voice cold and lethal.

The group fell quiet, eyes darting between him and you. You met his gaze hesitantly. That sharp intensity was for others. Never for you.

Ratio closed the distance between you and brushed his knuckles lightly against yours—subtle, hidden from others, but grounding.

"You judge a soul by the volume of their voice. I judge by the depth of their thoughts," he declared, loud enough for everyone to hear. “And they,” he added, his tone warmer now, “have more depth in a single quiet glance than most of you could ever muster in a lifetime of speeches.”

Your heart thudded.

Later, away from the crowd, tucked into a quiet alcove beneath the stars, you whispered, “Thank you.”

It was the same each time—simple words, spoken like a secret. But your hands would slip around his waist, or your fingers would gently trace the edge of his jaw, reverent and intimate.

Only he ever saw you like this—affectionate, bold in softness.

Ratio let out a slow exhale, cupping your face in his hands as if cradling something precious and rare. “You don’t have to thank me for defending what is already mine,” he murmured.

You leaned into his touch, pressing a gentle kiss to his palm. “Still… thank you. For seeing me.”

His gaze burned, not with fury this time, but with fierce devotion.

“I always will.”

And no matter how many stars sang his name, Dr. Ratio remained a man who would burn down galaxies for your quiet heart—and you, you would always be his soft-spoken anchor in the noise of the universe.

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Unreliable narrators are one hell of an idea. You can just write whatever, and if a reader points out "hey the way this scene happened should not be physically possible if it's done the way this character described it", you can just be like "yeah I don't trust that fucker either."

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｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ。 ﾟ。　 july prompts

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¹⁾ arcade tickets

²⁾ red vinyl bus seats

³⁾ a missing persons flyer

⁴⁾ broken seashells

⁵⁾ the meerkat exhibit at a zoo

⁶⁾ €17

⁷⁾ creaking church pews

⁸⁾ a toxicology report

⁹⁾ feverish skin

¹⁰⁾ missing teeth

¹¹⁾ third floor

¹²⁾ a b-list actress

¹³⁾ an ajar window that was definitely closed the night before

¹⁴⁾ blue sterile gloves

¹⁵⁾ a rusty gas station bathroom faucet

¹⁶⁾ sweet orange lipbalm

¹⁷⁾ a bear-shaped bottle of honey

¹⁸⁾ the smell of fireworks on cool night air

¹⁹⁾ downtown

²⁰⁾ a broken ac unit

²¹⁾ tangled earphone wires

²²⁾ grandfather

²³⁾ two minutes on a payphone

²⁴⁾ smudged green eyeshadow

²⁵⁾ a flat back tire

²⁶⁾ last chance

²⁷⁾ a gold belt buckle

²⁸⁾ dried-up fountains

²⁹⁾ boxing ring ropes

³⁰⁾ a chair shoved under a door handle

³¹⁾ a floodlit motel pool

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