Medical School Practice.

Yosano, your dear girlfriend, has always dreamed of becoming a surgeon, a renowned one at that. The first step to accomplishing that dream is going to medical school.

Of course, that wasn’t as easy as it sounds. Studying day and night, there was a point where she had went a whole week without a wink of sleep. She was the top student, practicing at hospitals beside real surgeons, handing them scalpels and other medical equipment.

The weekend had came, which was the time you got the most attention from her since she was usually occupied at her desk, studying god known what. You were lain on her bed as you so often were since you were both roommates as she grabbed a red Sharpie from her desk.

She crawled to lie ontop of you, one arm wrapped around your waist as she uncapped the marker with her teeth. She began drawing lines on your thigh, your shorts exposing the skin she was drawing upon. You looked away from your phone, a brow raised in confusion.

“What are you doing?” You questioned curiously as she traced that line all the way down your calf.

“Drawing where your veins are. It’s practice.” She responded calmly, a light smile gracing her lips.

Of course she was studying, however, you couldn’t bring yourself to mind. After all, this was still quality time, even if she was doing it in an odd way. She was very focused, phone in one hand with a diagram of every being in the human body, using it as a reference for what she was sketching on you, mumbling little notes to herself under her breath.