suntreus

[suntreus]

𝘿𝙧 𝙍𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤 — "𝙋𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝘽𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙨 𝙎𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨" (𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙏/𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙊𝙊𝘾/𝙁𝙇𝙐𝙁𝙁)

PROLOGUE After passing a difficult course posed by Dr Elara (genius society member #78) in the intelligentsia guild, with a 10% completion rate. A colleague of hers, Dr Ratio has taken presumed interest in your intelligence. Hearing about your continuous pursuits into becoming a genius society member, Dr Ratio befriends you and encourages you to chase after that initial goal by offering you free tutoring lessons. Though brash, all Dr Ratio seeks, is a person who can surpass his intellect and prove themselves to be a true genius society member. Presumed age gap: 6-7 years. Reader is a legal adult (above 20) and is a student in the intelligentsia guild in hopes of finding leads on becoming a genius society member. 

!! DISCLAIMER BEFORE YOU READ !! << DR ELARA IS A MADE UP CHARACTER BELONGING TO ME! >> << MY ONESHOTS WILL ALWAYS REMAIN IN CHARACTER!! >>

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“Claiming that you possess a high level of intellect as thoroughly proven by your transcripts, yet unable to pass my course, proves nothing but pure nonsense! Must I remind you that numbers on paper do not determine your intelligence as a whole?”  egged your professor, his brash and strict demeanour forcing tears to fall right out of your eyes. Thoughts of uncertainty raced through your mind, the never ending loop of questioning your abilities after a harsh scolding from your professor remained a stagnant process during each private lesson you had with him. He had offered you private tuition in hopes of you becoming a member of the genius society, seeing that you excelled in the teachings of another professor, who’s mannerisms were quite the same as Ratio’s, he had absolute faith in you. “So, do you wish to remain unmoving and weep? Or shall we move on and continue with our pursuits of excellence?” Ratio blew out an exaggerated exhale, returning to your side after pacing back and forth in attempts to ease his distress. Despite his childish endeavour of lashing out on you, all he wanted was for you to achieve success with his help and it angered him greatly to see you give up after he had posed questions that would be of great help to receive recognition from Nous. 

He noticed the look of defeat present on your person which led him to heave out an even heavier sigh. Ratio pulled a chair, sitting down right beside you, leaning a little closer to you with a more gentle expression on his face. Your silence was deafening and it ached him to see you in such a state. “Do tell, what purpose do you serve in becoming a genius society member, dear apprentice?” questioned the doctor, his reddish pink eyes, now less harsh, latched onto yours, eager to get a more in-depth understanding of your desire to join such a harsh environment for renowned geniuses around the cosmos. 

“I just want to .. relish in the fact that I’m ahead of others, maybe even prove people of my past wrong about my capabilities.” you confessed, your voice similar to the soft whispers of the wind on a chilly night. The scholar’s eyes softened, trying to sympathise with the pain of being tossed and discarded like trash by those who you thought you loved. Even if he himself had never experienced such a situation, he yearned to make all his students seek purpose, just, not like this. “You cannot let your past define you no matter the circumstance, do not use it as a means of pursuing intellects that even you yourself are not well endorsed in.” He stated, his words coming off soft yet sharp, a big gleam of disapproval in his gaze. Your heart sank in your chest, the implications of his words being that he wouldn’t give you such lectures if what you said was true.

“Bu–” “The genius society is a harsh organisation. Only those who possess a fixed mindset with analytical yet intellectual prowess are chosen by Nous. Now, tell me, do you wish to surround yourself in knowledge in every waking moment of your life without halt just to prove those who do not value you, a point? If that is your wish, I have no further objections and will do so to oblige to your request. Though, be aware that I will be unforgiving.” For once, your rationality sets in, leaving your mind an empty canvas as you begin to ponder the significant consequences of your actions that you hadn’t thought about before. Ratio takes notice of the pearly tears brimming on your tear ducts and he immediately takes your hand in his, ignoring the rustled notes that lay below both your hands. “Don’t fret on making a decision, as patience breeds success.” his words ring through your head as you drown yourself in the possible outcomes. Instinctively, you began to weep and sob yet again, feeling as if you’ve lost your purpose. Ratio says nothing, his condescending self melting away at the sight of you so broken and beaten by the jarring facts of reality. He wraps his strong arms around your waist, in a feeble attempt to soothe your heartache. The man sighs yet again, trying to console you with minimal effort, after all, he hadn’t gotten used to the concept of intimacy. Though, he was willing to learn from people who matter most, like you. As your sobs begin to die down, he rubs your back before giving it a few light slaps to snap you back into your senses. You felt incredibly embarrassed for soaking up his black vest, but he shrugged it off as your feelings mattered more. “Done deciding?” He shoots you a gentle smile, giving your head an affectionate rub, aware of the migraine going on after such a hard cry. The usual stoic display he posed was no longer visible and all that was left was a gentle personality of his that contrasted oddly well with his usual bluntness. 

“I don’t know what to do.” you stated weakly, unable to come up with a solution to your current issue. Ratio hummed in response, not giving a direct response as he continued grazing his thumb against the back of your hand, quietly thinking of a way to aid your looming confusion. After a while, he looks back at you, his eyes filled with understanding. “Care for a bath? When one’s head is stuffed with filth, your body is no cleaner. It helps relieve me on days where I am most perplexed. Of course, I will not indulge in any .. inappropriate activities with you, however, I’m here to provide you with ailment whenever you desire.”

You hesitantly accept his offer, in which he nods at, before standing up and letting you gather your notes. He stands by the guild’s classroom door, awaiting for your immediate response to come and join him for a relaxing bath.