My black boots clacked as I walked into Mr. Way's classroom, already annoyed with being here. Mr. Way wasn't even in the room yet. I sighed softly, looking around the large room, admiring the paintings on the walls before sitting in a chair, leaning back.
"Sorry for being late. I had to change my outfit after someone spilled coffee on my favourite shirt." Mr. Way announced as he entered, coffee cup in his hand as he walked (read: /sashayed) to his desk, sitting and taking off his sunglasses. His tie was loose, and it irked me that he did not fix it.
"It was accidental." I replied, sitting up, and he made a face before turning on some sort of tablet. "Unless you liked my hands on your chest." He paused momentarily before rolling his eyes, dragging a stylus across the screen.
"I don't appreciate your inappropriate comments." He paused. "I don't understand you, Frank. My class is easy. You show up, draw, and that's really it. We do cool projects, and yet you somehow end up with a detention. Is it the class? Do you not like what I'm teaching?" Mr. Way asked, leaning forward and setting an arm on a stack of papers. I shook my head, brushing my hair out of my face. He continued doing whatever he was doing on the tablet.
"I'm not the greatest at art. I can't draw." I said meekly, and Mr. Way looked up.
"I give lessons on weekends. Ask your parents. Anyone has some sort of artistic bone in their body, whether it just be stick figures, you're able to do something. If you keep working, you'll keep progressing." He spoke casually, raking his fingers through his pitch black hair. He plugged a USB into the tablet, and turned on the SMARTBoard. On the screen appeared a sketch of me, and my eyes widened.
"Is this just how you casually sketch? Because this is amazing." Mr. Way shrugged.
"I'm an artist, this is kind of what I do." He stood up, and I checked the time. I didn't even realize that an hour had passed that quickly.
"Did you ask your parents?" I nodded, pulling out my phone and unlocking it, handing it to him.
"Be home by 5:45." He read aloud. "I can do that."
A/N: introductory chapter. Try not to expect updates fast. It feels so weird saying 'Mr. Way instead of Gerard; I've had to correct myself multiple times. Yes, this is teacher x student, and I'm very excited about it. Danger Days Frank and Revenge Gerard.
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Bulletproof Heart (Teacher/Student Frerard)
FanfictionFrank Iero is assigned detention with his art teacher, Mr. Way, after an incident involving spilled coffee and a white David Bowie t-shirt. After the detention, Frank starts to see Mr. Way more. Frank admits that he is a terrible artist, and Mr. Way...
