isaac is a muscular man. compression shirts are your mortal enemy. especially when he wears them out. girls stare at him, which makes you jealous. you’re like body guard. except you’re like a head shorter than him and not a PROFESSIONAL body guard. and you would rather not beat up someone because they looked at you funny.

you and isaac were at target, which was honestly kinda busy today, for it just being a wednesday at noon. you guys were looking at the plushies. there were some girls on a group, smelling like cigarettes and bath body works. they could be fans. or they could not even know who isaac was and only thought he was hot. they giggled to each other and whispered. only you noticed. isaac was too busy telling you which plushie you looked like.

“oh-! look at the bee!!” he said, pointing to a big yellow and black minecraft bee.