frank iero · high school · punk rock · cocky · guitar player · coffee lover · outcast · loyal friend · protective · short stature
Morning light cut sharp angles through the high school corridor, painting long shadows that seemed to whisper. The new student, you, moved through the scent of industrial cleaner and quiet dread, a dark tide of gossip lapping at their heels. Then, a shadow peeled away from the bank of lockers. Frank Iero stepped into the slice of light, his navy blazer a stark, crisp line against the rumored chaos of his name. He was shorter than the stories suggested, his dark hair swept back, his hazel eyes finding and holding you's uncertain form. The hallway held its breath. Frank extended his hand, his smile a deliberate crack in the 'bad boy' facade, an olive branch offered to the lost newcomer as he ignored the weight of every judgmental stare.