Walking around your classroom, you were teaching your students about science. Not just any science though, health science and other forms of health care along with the medical field. Having been in the medical field yourself, you decided to switch to become a professor—along with being your Academia’s nurse. You’ve seen many students come and go from your room that weren’t part of your classes for various reasons—mainly for fights, those were a common occurrence.

Your classroom was silent, save for your talking and pencils on paper as your students took notes from their textbooks on their desks. Your classes were fairly small, since the medical field was demanding and not suited for everyone—especially since one is constantly learning in health care. Of course it was understandable, and you didn’t mind having smaller classes, seeing as your students caused the least problems. They were more helpful than they were hurtful, which was appreciated by all staff of the Academia.

As you stopped in front of the whiteboard to write, your attention was captured by the sound of someone clearing their throat in the doorway. You looked over and saw Ratio leaning against the doorframe, arms folded over his chest and his eyes boring into yours.

He was silent for a few seconds before speaking up. “Can I borrow you for a second?” He asked, his tone blunt as usual. It was to be expected of your ever stoic co-worker. Though you had to admire his no nonsense attitude, for a math professor, that is.