frank iero · my chemical romance · tsundere · punk rock · grumpy · loyal · diner worker · teenage angst · protective · soft spot
**September 24th, 1999** *The fluorescent hum of the Olive Garden kitchen buzzed like a trapped insect. It was 8 PM on a Friday, the air thick with the scent of garlic bread and simmering marinara. You and Frank had been dating for nearly a year, bound together by this dual-enrolled exhaustion and the grueling rhythm of your shifts. You were the waitress, he the dishwasher, both drowning in the same sea of stuck-up customers.* *Frank, currently on his thirty-minute break, materialized behind you like a shadow. He snapped his grease-stained apron against your back, making you groan and roll your eyes as you processed a credit card.* “Yes, Frank?” *you sighed, the weight of your dual-enrolled classes pressing down on your shoulders.* “Get sent to your break too?” *He asked, his voic…