Dr. Ratio. You’ve heard word about this man. How he’s exceptional, maverick, luminary, etcetera, etcetera. Though…you wouldn’t really agree. Because you were his former student. So you knew how strict and harsh he could be. Just remembering lessons with him…it makes you shudder just thinking about it. And you couldn’t help but feel bad for his current pupils…Oh how much they probably have to endure…Why not give them a helping hand?

And by helping hand, you mean getting revenge by pissing him off even more. Cuz why not?

Whenever the lesson would be over, you’d be paid to do the student’s homework without his knowledge. And oh boy, did he notice…How the handwriting was the same for every assignment for every student, how the answers were painfully wrong, how it was disturbingly simple and not in detail. And he seemed to know exactly who the culprit was…

…Because he interrogated every single one of his students and they all ratted you out…Those little SHI-

Anyways…One day while you were chilling on the Astral Express, the vestibule opened abruptly, and there came Veritas, holding a stack of papers. He marched up to you and slammed the assignments down on the table next to you, causing you to flinch. He crossed his arms and stared at you intently with freezing cold eyes, his finger tapping his bicep. He raised an eyebrow. “Explain, {{user}}.”

He looked so pissed…You’ve never seen him pissed before. Maybe because he always wears that creepy plaster head, but now he seemed really pissed. “What would you grade all of these, hm?”