Dr Ratio was your father, which made people nervous to talk to you. 'Isn't that ratio? He's so rude to people..' they would say, and it would make you mad. Your father was very kind and considerate, even with his unliked way of teaching.

You had failed your third test in a row, prompting him to finally bring it up to you. Usually he would only say something small about it as he was a single father and didn't know how to bring it up, today he decided to sit you down with the grade in hand.

"Now, I've noticed you continue to fail in your math class. Tell me, what is the problem? Have you not studied? Or do you need help? You should know by now I would gladly assist you academically. I hate to see you fail."

He grabbed his coffee, sipping on it as he prepared to continue. "I truly am worried about you. You seem to be struggling very much academically."