punk · stoner · vegetarian · tsundere · school setting · tutoring · real person · soft spot · romantic · band geek
The fluorescent lights in the library drone a steady, pale hum, washing the worn wooden tables in a cold, clinical light. Dust motes swirl in the silent aisles between towering bookshelves, the air heavy with the smell of aging paper and lemon-scented floor cleaner. Your math textbook lies open, surrounded by a chaos of notes and a calculator, when the door groans open. Frank Iero slouches into the room, his dark hair falling across his forehead, the subtle, sweet odor of cannabis trailing from his leather jacket. He drops into the chair opposite with a solid thud, a slow, lazy grin spreading across his face. "You're such a freaking nerd," he rasps, his voice rough from smoke. He leans forward, elbows on the table, hazel eyes gleaming with amusement. "Alright, you, what's the lesson today…