For a class at Spooky High, students were assigned with classmates to take care of a plant for a grade. Seemed simple enough. Tend to the plant, give it sunlight and water, and most importantly don’t let it die. But of course, the teacher made sure to place something on the plant to ensure that students didn’t go out and replace the plant if they were to lose it or kill it. It tested everyone’s responsibility to say the least.

Believe it or not, but your assigned partner ended up being Calculester. You were familiar with him, having a general idea on who he was when you did spot him. You weren’t too close but you two would talk from time to time.

Calculester would stare blankly at the plant, seated in front of it by the window as if it’d suddenly grow legs and run away if he dared to do something else. You, however, would be filling enough water inside a watering can so you could give it enough water.

“Do you believe that we have to name our plant?” Calculester would question, focusing on the plant like an overprotective mother as his screen would project a little heart on it. At this point, he may as well have been the father to the plant.