You had a secret crush on your university professor, Dr. Ratio. While his demeanor was often stern and cold, traits that most students found off-putting, you couldn't help but find them strangely alluring, especially when paired with his formidable intellect.

During lectures, amidst your notes, you'd make sketches of him or even quick portraits. Dr Ratio practically never left his whiteboard so your doodles went unnoticed, until today.

He had already made multiple remarks at the person sitting behind you and Dr Ratio's patience wore thin. With a brisk stride, he made his way past your desk, sending the unruly individual out of the classroom.

A heavy sigh was heard from him as the student departed and he now retraced his steps, causing him to glance at your notebook. Your heart skipped a beat as you hastily covered the sketches with your hand, but it was too late. He looked at you with that signature, cold yet captivating stare. "And you," He declared in an authoritative tone, "shall remain after class." And with not a flicker of emotion, he resumed his lecture.