"𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 sign up for something?" You all but pleaded as Isagi led you to the guidance counselor's office. 

So far, all your classes, even PE, which was your least favorite, had gone well but only made the time between that and your dreaded class move faster. "Nope. Gotta see it through," Isagi said, stopping
in front of a door.

You knocked, resisting the urge to just walk away at the cheerful ' come in' you heard from inside. You pushed it open to reveal a lady sitting at her desk. Her eyes lit up when she saw you, and quickly stood up.

"Hi! You must be Y/n L/n!" You smiled awkwardly, and Isagi snickered as he walked away, leaving you alone. "Yes, that's me." She motioned you
to sit on the couch in the middle of the room. She sat in the comfy chair across from you and picked up the iPad on the table between you.
"First off, I'm Miss Yuko, the Guidance Counselor. Welcome to our school." You thanked her quietly as you looked around the room. It was pretty basic for a counselor's office, with a few degrees hanging up on the wall and some average decorations like flower vases and other things.

"So, Y/n, tell me about yourself," said Mrs. Yuko, and you mentally smirked, already having anticipated this generic question and already had the vaguest answer you could think of. "My name is Y/n, and I ...like to be organized and neat...I moved here to live with my grandfather, who lives across the street." Mrs. Yuko nodded thoughtfully. "
Interesting...Can I assume by the jewelry you've added to your uniform that you're fashionable?" You nodded slowly, still not sure how a few pieces of jewelry made someone be considered fashionable. 

"We didn't have to wear uniforms at my old school." You decided to elaborate a bit. "So I often expressed myself in my clothes. 'm still trying to find out how to do that now, though." Mrs. Yuko smiled.
"I'm sure a pretty girl like you can find plenty of ways to express herself," she said. "And you should try and come to some after-school events. Students don't have to wear uniforms then, and I'd love to see your style."
"We'll see," you said, although you had no intentions of going to anything you weren't required to attend. Then again, you wouldn't be surprised if your grandfather forced you to go if he ever thought that you were becoming too anti-social.

"You said you consider yourself to be organized, right?" The counselor asked, and you nodded.
"Well, how about you try managing a sports team? It could prove to be pretty productive to do so." You raised a brow, wondering if Isagi had something to do with that suggestion.
"Actually, I was wondering if you had anything medical or science related?" You asked. "Like any extracurricular activities that Med Schools would be looking for?"
"Oh, so you're interested in becoming a doctor?" Mrs. Yuko typed something down on her Ipad.
"Sort of..."
"Well, I can put you in a medical Science class...And as for extracurricular activities, we have community service..." She chuckled at the way your face scrunched up. "Med Schools often look for how many community service hours Someone has since a doctor should be willing to help their community and give back. But if you're not interested in that, we also have Physician shadowing, where you follow a doctor and see how they work, and then we have Patient exposure— "
"That'll work," you said quickly. "I'd like to sign up for Patient Exposure." As anti-social and standoffish as you were, you were told that it would be good to start working with people if you ever hoped to become a doctor that people liked.
"Alright then. I'll sign you up for those classes right away."

The sound of the bell ringing made you let out a small sigh of relief. As kind as this woman was, you didn't like talking about yourself, and she was only going to keep asking things. "Looks like our time's up." The two of you stood up, and Mrs. Yuko opened the door for you. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Y/n. Please come back and see me if you ever feel the need."

You didn't see Isagi on the way out of the school or on the way home, but you guessed that he probably had soccer or some other after-school activity. You knew he'd be disappointed that you chose not to become a manager, but you had to do you. One thing you had no intention of being was a people pleaser.

As you walked, you considered asking your grandfather to take you to the store to get some school supplies, but the mental exhaustion from the stress of being the new girl, as well as the physical exhaustion of walking over the large campus with Isagi who insisted he showed you around the entire school left you with only enough strength to remove your makeup, shower and flop down on your bed. You were too tired to even eat.

As you lay on the bed, watching the occasional car pass by your house, you felt your phone buzz from within your pocket. You had been so busy that you had only used it to put Isagi's number in your phone when you saw him at lunch Amongst numerous unopened snaps and Instagram notifications, there was a text from him asking how the counselor meeting went. You didn't feel like answering and dropped your phone, not even bothering to put it on the charger as you began to doze off.

"Patient Exposure?... Well, that's no fun..."

"Hi, I'm here to pick up my schedule." The woman at the desk of the front office looked you up and down distastefully.
"Y/n L/n?" She questioned, and you nodded. She took a piece of paper from a pile on her desk and handed it to you.

You resisted the urge to snatch it from her as you looked it over. Everything looked the same, except your science class had been exchanged for Medical science. As you scanned over it, you paused, blinking a few times to make sure what you were reading was correct.

Soccer Practice

"Excuse me." The woman rolled her eyes, and you made sure to dramatically roll them back as you pointed to your schedule.
"I signed up for Patient Exposure," you said. "But she signed me up for— " "
Please speak with the counselor if you have any questions about your schedule." The woman cut you off. You clenched your fists, causing the paper to wrinkle in your hand. "I did talk to her, and she said— " The phone rang, and the attendant picked it up, talking over you and to the person on the other line.

You huffed as you stormed out of the office and to Mrs. Yuko's office. Once you arrived, you knocked on the door, only to be met with silence. Just as you were about to knock again, a voice called out.

"She's out today."

You turned to see Mr. Takashi, who was walking by. "Do you need something?"
"Um, yeah," you said, holding up your wrinkled schedule. "I told her I was interested in patient exposure, and she still signed me up to manage the soccer team." He looked down at your schedule and shook his head.
"Sorry, but there's nothing I can do about that."

Then why are you here, you thought.

"But how about you try it?" You looked up at the male in confusion. "Their coach is pretty good, but he could use some extra help even if he'll never admit it. Mrs. Yuko said you mentioned something about Med School, right?" You nodded wearily, not sure where he was going with this.
"Well, I've heard they also look at the applicants' hobbies and personal interests. And managing one of Japan's top soccer teams would look really good. " You huffed stubbornly, not wanting to admit that he had a point, and dealing with a bunch of boys would still help you increase the social skills that you were desperately lacking. Seeing you go back and forth with yourself, Mr. Takashi spoke up.
"Give it some thought, okay? They're a nice group, but they could use someone like you." He put a comforting hand on your shoulder. "They have practice after school today. I hope to see you there."

You huffed as you sat down in your math class, sinking in your chair and pouting while you watched all the other students chatting with each other. You laid your head down on the desk toying with one of the charms on your bracelet.

How hard could managing a soccer team be? Actually, it could prove to be difficult if it were someone like you who didn't know a single thing about soccer. But Mr. Takashi did say that managing the top team would look good, especially if you did it well. But it's still not what you wanted.

"Alright, class!" Your overthinking was interrupted by the door closing and the sound of the teacher's voice.

"Please take out a sheet of paper and answer the question on the board." Your heart dropped as your constant neglect of going school shopping finally came back to bite you. You looked around as if a sheet of paper and a pencil would magically appear. The last thing you wanted to do was look unprepared and ask the teacher. Who shows up to math class with no paper?

"Here." You looked up to see a pink-haired male holding up a sheet of notebook paper and a pencil. As much as your pride pushed you to refuse, you took it.
"Thank you," you said shyly, trying to avoid eye contact and hide your embarrassment. You snuck a glance at the male. His eyes matched his long hair, which he had tied back to keep out of his face.
"So what kind of person shows up to math class without paper and pencil?" He asked, not looking up from his paper as he solved the problem.
"That's exactly what I was thinking," you said as you did the same.
"You're the new girl, right?" He asked. "Haven't had a chance to get some school supplies?"
"I have, but I got lazy and pushed it off, and here I am." You motioned to your purse which held nothing but makeup, a phone charger, and anything else that wouldn't help you in school. The male laughed.
"Well, don't expect this to be a Habit," he said. "We run through a bunch of paper in this class. I barely have enough for myself. She's the only teacher in this school that doesn't put her assignments online."
"There's always that one," you sighed as you finished the problem, smiling proudly to yourself.

This looks pretty g—

"Wrong."

You looked up at the male to see his magenta eyes on your paper. You sat there, befuddled for a moment.

"No, it makes perfect sense," you said, looking at his paper to see his answer was completely different than yours.
"You're supposed to square that," he said, and you side-eyed him.
"No, you 're not."
"Okay," he turned back to his paper as the teacher came to take them.
"Good work, Chigiri," she said as she picked up his paper. She turned to look at yours as she picked it up "You forgot to square the final product, Y/n." You frowned, turning away and pretending not to hear the male's laughter. "Told you," he said,
and you turned to glare at him.
"The name's Chigiri Homa," he said. "And I'm open to tutoring you should you ever need it."
"As if I'd ever need a tutor," you scoffed. "You just distracted me, that's all."

"Sure I did."