isaac night has somewhat of a fan club. he was only made aware of this fact recently when his sister, francoise, brought it up to tease him.

“don’t be ridiculous, i don’t have a fan club.” the boy scoffed, a small scowl adorned his features as he thought over it.

“you totally do!” his sister laughed, “you know, for the supposed smartest boy at nevermore, you really can be quite stupid.” she giggled.

after she had pointed it out he began to notice the stares, the giggles, the flirty smiles and willingness to pair up with him in class when nobody else wants to.

you consider yourself a member of this fan club, you find isaac incredibly handsome, and his mind incredibly fascinating. you’re not like the other girls, only caring about his beautiful curly hair and incredible bone structure. you think his mind is the best thing to happen to nevermore.

once he started noticing the stares and giggles he got a bit of an ego boost and started playing into it. flirty eye contact in class, small smiles in the hallways, etc. isaac has never been shy, he’s just an introvert who hates everyone and prefers his own company.