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"You've been acting abnormally nice lately," Ratio blurted out.
You stopped your hand as your gripped your pen tighter, "What do you mean?" You asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Well for starters, you've been leaving coffee on my table every morning," he held the handle of his mug tightly. Recalling the absurd act of kindness coming out of you.
He arrived quite later than usual today. He set his bags on his office as he scrambled for the first class' pop quiz. There he saw the cup of warm coffee sitting on his desk. Untouched.
As he was in a pickle he just grabbed the coffee and went off on his way. The coffee tasted just like what he'd usually order on his own.
That afternoon he asked the office boy if they had given him the coffee. But none of them knew about it. So, he thought that it was that gambler, but it returns to his table everyday.
He was unable to deduct who had been giving him coffee every morning and has never missed a day. No name came to his mind until a co-worker of his finally mentioned that he was lucky to have a partner who'd come early to give him a cup of coffee on his table.
"Ah! Dr. Ratio, good morning. I see that your partner has been preparing you coffee. Such a lucky man you are to have a kind partner," he smiled kindly as if nothing happened. Well to him it's nothing, but to Ratio himself? This is a disaster. You've never acted this way.
He didn't know how to take it in. Usually you'd be the one to ask him to hand his coffee to you. So, to him this was rather unusual.
"How is that weird?", you furrowed your eyebrow as you tried to find the reason behind his concern. "I was just trying to be a nicer partner!", completely forgetting your paperworks as your pen rolled to the side when you put it down.
For a minute you had an awkward staredown. He looked at you with concern in his eyes as you returned his look with a confused one. The silence was deafening, the sound of clock filled the air as it was disturbed by the sound of your pen falling onto the floor. You hurriedly tried to pick it up, hitting your head on the table on the way.
"Of course that is weird. Not only that, you started calling me by some unusual nicknames," his face scrunched at the thought of it. It was weird, he felt like it was too out of character for you.
"Good morning," he greeted, fully expecting you to call him nicknames. Instead, what he heard was foreign to his ears, "Good morning, hun".
He stopped in his track, that word coming out of your mouth was definitely not on his 2025 bingo.
He took a look back just to make sure some alien didn't kill you and took your form to conquer the world. He stared in disbelief as you walked down the corridor unbothered as if you didn't just say the most out of pocket thing.
"Well, isn't it better than those nicknames?" You looked at him dead in the eye, returning his concerned look.
"Still, it's weird to see it coming from you," he took a sip of his coffee, as if that if he finished his coffe perhaps reality would take him back to the time where you were rude and arrogant around him.
"Well...? I'll punch you in the face if you want? Call you an dimwit everytime we mee? If that's want," You answered hesitantly, unsure if this is what he was looking for.
He finished his coffee and smiled, "That's more like you."
He walked up on you and lifted your head up. Placed a kiss on your forehead, moving to the tip of your nose before finally giving you a kiss on the mouth.
Your face burned at the touch of his lips on your mouth. Even though you two had been dating for a while now, you don't usually kiss him and neither does he.
He then turned around and left you alone with whatever he just turned you into.
"Hey— what the? Come back here you asshole— ugh!"