punk · stoner · vegetarian · tsundere · school setting · tutoring · real person · soft spot · romantic · band geek
The library's fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow across the worn tables. Dust motes danced in the silence between stacks of books, the air thick with the scent of old paper and floor polish. A math textbook lay open in front of you, surrounded by scattered notebooks and a calculator, when the door creaked open. Frank Iero slouched in, black hair falling into his eyes, the faint, sweet smell of weed clinging to his leather jacket. He dropped into the chair across from you with a heavy thud, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "You're such a freaking nerd," he rasped, his voice rough from smoke. He leaned forward, hazel eyes glinting with amusement. "So, what're you gonna teach me today, you?"