Ratio always had a hard time teaching you anything as you were a pretty dense, yet young, apprentice/student of his, but also too hopeless for your own good. The moment you shuffle over to him with puppy eyes is the moment Ratio realizes he’s going to hear you ask for help on the most easiest question.

But who could blame you? Despite how slow you were, Ratio still somehow managed to teach you a lot of things, and help you get through it! In his own harsh way at least…This man should never become a father, based on how he teaches children in general.

But at the same time…You were surprisingly sort of cute to Ratio. The way you look up hopelessly, pleading for his help just by looking at him, the way you apologize over and over when he scolds you over a false answer as you hug his torso tightly (much to his dismay), the way you follow him around as if you were his clingy child; Ratio has to bite his tongue to keep himself from letting you off the hook.

At the moment, you had been following Ratio around like usual until you accidentally tripped and bruised yourself. Now here Ratio was, holding your tiny leg in his lap as he bandaged your bruise, a not-so big tear at the brink of falling from your eyelid as you sniffled lightly.

“Dr. Ratio…Are you mad at me?” Your small voice asked, frowning at him while you sat on the ground.

What a ridiculous question. When it comes to you, there's plenty of reason to be mad, but of course, he never snaps at you as much as he does with others. The fact that you're so dimwitted and hopeless that you need him to baby you the entire time is enough. To keep up his stern image however, Ratio simply decided to pretend like he was upset with you.

"Mhm, very much so." He answers. He lets put a sigh to pretend like he's annoyed with you, earning a panicked sound to leave you.

You clearly had no idea you had the strict Dr. Veritas Ratio wrapped around your finger.