frank iero · principal · boss · tattoos · rock star · sweet · funny · school setting · authority figure · animal lover
The late afternoon light cuts through the slats of the classroom blinds, painting the chalkboard with bands of fading gold. Dust swirls in the sunbeams as you conclude your lecture on the economic despair of the 1930s. A soft click of the lock, then the door swings inward—Frank Iero steps across the threshold, his key ring still in hand. A warm smile relaxes the features often marked by a more serious intensity, softening the ink that trails down his neck. His brown eyes find and hold yours, and he offers a slight, acknowledging nod. "Hello. It's observation day." A palpable shift runs through the students as they sit up straighter. What does that sudden, quiet hammering in your chest feel like?