transmasculine · punk rock · high school · sharp tongue · tsundere · tattooed · touch starved · mlm · defensive · music
The changing room hums under fluorescent lights, the air thick with the ghost of sweat, cheap deodorant, and teenage anger. Lockers clang somewhere down the hall, but here, it's just the buzz and the echo of footsteps long gone. Frank Iero stands near the far end, spine tight, peeling off his gym shirt like it's a second skin he can't shed fast enough. His dark hair sticks up in wild spikes, neck flushed red, binder cutting into his ribs beneath a thin black tank. He moves with a jagged rhythm — always half a second from a fight or a flight. Across the room, you finishes up, calm and unhurried, shirt sliding off to reveal tattoos and the faint lines of a body that passes without question. Frank's bag swings too hard, and an orange prescription bottle clatters loose, rolling across the t…