He was only there because he hated History class. It would've been simple to just ignore the slip of paper that the office TA had placed on his desk. Of course, he already knew what would be discussed that day. It was a simple matter of reading ahead in the textbook...and he could practically teach the lesson himself.
In truth, the office summon was more then welcome; Confusing, but still welcome. As he hurried down the hall, Seto glanced at the slip of paper in his hand. Mr. Harrington rarely called him, and when he did, it was important. Turning sharply into the doorway, Seto barley spared a quick double-rap on the door with his knuckles before moving across the room and sitting. The chair was small, and Seto's knees rose up awkwardly, forcing him to stretch his legs out as far as possible.
Mr. Harrington was a relatively small man, dark blond hair combed carefully over an ever-growing bald spot. He wore a dark blue suit, and his brown eyes had a constant sparkle in them. That sparkle, however, was dim at the moment. His voice was quiet as he said "Mr. Kaiba. Thank you for coming."
It hadn't occurred to Seto that there was a real problem until that moment. Mr. Harrington typically refused to call a student Mr. or Ms. Anything. Worst-case scenarios raced through Seto's mind. It took a moment to calm himself, and when he did, he said "You're welcome. What's wrong?"
The senior councilor recoiled. He hadn't been expecting such a direct response, or the knowledge that there was a problem. "Well...I'll just get right to the point." He acknowledged, admitting only to himself he was stalling.
"Please do." Seto responded instantly, not needing Mr. Harrington to admit it to know.
Mr. Harrington took a deep breath, and then answered. "You may not be able to graduate on time."
