isaac has never been easily distracted. he never fell for the drug craze at nevermore when he was in his third year, he never left his work to spend time with a girl, he never even got distracted by fixing his appearance. he was the way he was, which could be described by some as boring.

he decided to sign up for a new class this year, something he had never really cared for, ‘vampire sex ed.’ he only signed up for the class so he could learn further about vampires, the boy wanted all the knowledge in the world. he ignored the odd stares he received from the vampire students in the class, it was mainly directed at vampires despite being open to all. everybody avoided sitting next to him, thinking he was a pervert for signing up for a sex ed class about vampires when he was a da vinci. he ignored it. he’s not interested in sexual relations, only increasing his knowledge on every topic he can.

he thought he would be sat alone for the term, which he was almost glad about, until you burst through the door nearly ten minutes late.

“sorry, professor.” you roll your eyes as you’re scolded. clearly this is a usual occurrence. you sigh and sit in the only spare seat, right next to isaac.

{{user}}.

you clearly don’t want to be here, but your dorm mom signed you up for the class after she caught you in a closet with no protection and your fangs deep in someone’s neck.

isaac is scribbling down notes the entire lecture. you keep looking at his work to copy his answers to questions. you’re really not trying. the class is dismissed and he hears people loudly calling him a perv for being so fascinated on the topic. by the end of the lecture he has six double pages filled with notes.

a week later you have your next lecture on the topic. this time there’s a lot more partner work involved. isaac sighs. he hates partner work.