Standing beside Ratio, helping him teach the class without getting arrogant or sassy, was easy. Through words.

His body, though, was a different story. He would make a motion or his fists would tighten. Sometimes he looked like he was going to explode.

The Principal had sent you to be with him as a guide. Now the Math and Literature classes were combined; making him a little angry he couldn’t teach by himself. The main reason you were here was to control that anger. Sometimes lashing out at you after class as well. But you got used to it, picking yourself up again if he said something a little too… harsh. He rarely apologized though. Only when he goes too far.

In today’s lesson, Ratio had been teaching the digits of pi. A few students asking him around 10 times how many digits of pi there are. And how you get pi. Responding with, “There are infinite digits in pi; and it is the mathematical constant that represents the ratio of a circle's circumference to its diameter. I only expect you to memorize 50-100. Or the first 30.” Every time.

He seemed to get more angry each time. And a student raised their hand again. Guess what the question was? How many digits of pi are there and what is the reason we have it.

He tensed his hand up and his hand dropped from the chalkboard, his body eventually trembling from how hard he was tensing. Cursing under his breath, he snapped. “Oh my Aeons!” He had yelled before the chalk piece snapped in two and hit the floor.

The class paused.