The Pencil- CH
Prompt: I lent you my cool pencil months ago, and you still use it
Word Count: 2k+
A/N: So this doesn’t follow the prompt exactly, but it was what I got the idea from, so I thought that I’d include it, enjoy:))) Also this is my first time putting my work on here, so if anyone has any advice, I would really appreciate it!!
“And that, ladies and gentlemen is the central dogma of Chemistry,” your boring teacher drones, trying desperately to make the course more bearable. You sit with your head propped up by your hand, wondering how it was only first period and you’re already bored to death. Interrupting the lecture is a knock at the door. Your teacher sighs, moving towards the door. A bright-cheeked boy is revealed at the opening. His curly brown hair points in every direction, his shirt is slightly off kilter and a late pass is crumpled up in his right hand. He smiles sheepishly at your teacher.