𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐮𝐬 | 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦! 𝘉𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘓𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒

𝐀𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 waiting by the lockers. His eyes lit up when he saw you, and he quickly weaved past other students to cross the hall and walk with you to your next class.
"So, what extracurricular did you sign up for?" He asked hopefully, and your eye twitched at the reminder.
"I signed up for medical Science and Patient Exposure, but that woman signed me up to manage the soccer team instead."
"That's great"
"No, it's not," you said. "It's not what I signed up for nor anything close to what I wanted."
"You really should try to expand a little," Isagi said. "Besides, helping some of the players on a more personal level could better their playing, as well as your social skills." You raised a brow.
"And what's so wrong with my social skills?"

Isagi tensed, panic causing him to stumble over his words.

"O-oh, nothing at all! I just thought that it'd- " He was cut off by your laughter which was so rare, he wished that everyone in the hallway would shut up so he could hear it better.
"I' m playing," you said. "I'm definitely on the more anti-social side. I'm just upset 'cause what I wanted could've helped me get into medical school."
"You should really focus on the present a little bit more," he said. "You might be happy as a doctor, but when you look back at your time in high school, you won't have any happy memories cause you won't have any friends."

"You sound like my grandfather." You rolled your eyes as he spoke.
"He's a smart guy."

The two of you stopped at the entrance of your next class, which had gone from AP science to Medical Science.
"We have practice for the rest of this week. You probably have some other things to do but drop by when you can, okay?" You sighed, muttering a gruff maybe before entering your classroom.

"Oh my gosh, look at that sweater!" You grabbed your grandfather's arm, nearly making him drop the bags he was holding as you pointed to the black and white sleeveless sweater in a display window that would match perfectly with your uniform.
"Aren't we here for school supplies?" He asked as you dragged him into the store and began picking up everything that would match your uniform, as well as some that you simply found cute.
"Clothes do count as school supplies since I'm wearing them at school," you said knowingly.
"Besides, there's a supply store right across from here, so we can hit that up once we're done. Please, grandad!" You gave him a pleading look, and your grandfather sighed.
"Fine. "

After trying on all the clothes and narrowing your selection of twenty-two outfits to fifteen, your grandfather got at the end of the line for the cashier, which happened to be quite long as only one person was working there.
"I need hair supplies," you told him. "Mind if I go grab some and meet you at the supply store." Your grandfather rummaged through his wallet and pulled out one of his credit cards, lifting it out of your reach when you tried to grab it.
"Hair supplies only," he specified before handing you the card.
"Love you!"