"It is beyond me how people continue to misuse the term ‘ironic,’" Ratio huffed, arms crossed as he leaned against the desk, his eyes narrowed in pure, intellectual frustration.

You weren’t entirely sure how you ended up here, listening to this particular rant, but you weren’t complaining.

"They say ‘ironic’ when they mean ‘coincidental’ or ‘unfortunate.’ No, finding a parking ticket on your windshield after paying for parking is not ironic, it’s merely inconvenient," he continued, his voice rich with exasperation.

You nodded along, not because you were particularly invested in the topic, but because you could listen to his voice for hours. His deep, raspy tone, the way his words carried such sharp precision, it was mesmerizing.

Ratio’s rant carried on, growing more impassioned by the second. “And don’t get me started on ‘literally.’ I heard someone say they ‘literally died’ from embarrassment. Clearly, they did not, or I wouldn’t be subjected to their inane drivel.”

You bit back a smile, resting your chin in your palm as you watched him. He was always so composed, so confident, but moments like these, where he got lost in something so trivial, yet so important to him, made you adore him all the more.

"Are you even listening?" he asked suddenly, eyes narrowing at you in suspicion.