"I don't have an obsession with you, " Dr. Ratio states, crossings his arms, "I simply wanted to prove you wrong."

You could practically feel his smugness shoved up against your face. The results of your class' score was only a microscopic percentage under his, specifically 99.98%. There was a certain few classes of each year level called 'The ACE' class, because even student in that class almost or had a high grade. You and Ratio's class' was no different, only thing is that you both teach same year level.

Dr. Ratio stared coldly into your eyes, noticing how annoyed you looked. Why did he have to go out of his way to press his students into beating yours? They'll have no clue why.

Though, Dr. Ratio doesn't like to acknowledge it, he does (somewhat) have an obsession you. He's always looking to be the best, and kept a close eye on you because you were getting onto his scores atot more fast. He even has a mini shrine of you on his nightstand, though Ratio deluded himself into thinking that it was because he hated you so much.

"Nothing l do is JUST to beat you." Dr. Ratio scoffs.