i won't let you choke ♛ isaiah (wip)

[isaiah]

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VICTORIA & ISAIAH

scuse me as i attack this one too. not sure how close these two would be able to get(BFFL) lol, but they have like ninety thousand classes together so something has to happen. could be like in one class they got partnered up for some assignment of other, and werent too keen on each other. i mean Tori tends to avoid the super smart and dedicated to education cuz kinda makes her feel useless, and Isa prolly wouldnt want to deal with her brand of weird. but maybe they could be the perfect balance for the assignment? everything works out and then they become friends and Tori totally ends up mooching on Isas abundant intelligence and maybe she could help him with the more physical or like souly stuff in return? plus they could totally just chill over some video games like OGs. either way they seem like theyd be a pr neat dynamic to play out. hey look actual plotting~

[isaiah]

if you think isaiah would be bothered by her, then you haven't seen what he's had to deal with at home lmao. but yeah, that sounds about right, otherwise! it would give him something to do until his sister recovers enough to come up to the school.