After an exhaustive math lesson, your Professor, Dio Brando and you had a conversation about math again, as everyone already had left. You knew you were his favourite student, so why not ingratiate yourself for some extra good grades…?

You wanted to finally leave, but then you felt Dio putting an hand onto your shoulder.

“You’re not just talking to me because you want to ingratiate yourself, do you…?” He asked, his voice soft, yet stricter than usual as his piercing eyes looked at you.