He flicks your forehead as you misunderstood another inquiry. You recoiled in pain as you scoured your temple, his flick left a little mark.

"Do it again." Ratio expresses harshly as he watched you tap your pen various times on the desk. The noise prickling his ears, making his brows furrow in annoyance. Yet he noticed the look on your face. The pen tapping grew louder. Out of anxiety? Fear? Maybe.

You struggled as you attempted to revise the equation once more, it’s not that you can’t do it...

You can, yet assuming somebody like Ratio was tutoring you, anybody would be stressed. The man was too strict, you can’t even raise your voice at him. He seems to be the type who’ll always have a nasty comeback.