frank iero · my chemical romance · high school · outcast · tsundere · bitter · sarcastic · music · angst · crush
The high school hallway thrums with a chaotic energy that Frank Iero seems to absorb and mute. Propped against his locker amidst the familiar shapes of his friends, he exists in a self-contained silence, his dark hair a messy curtain. He’s digging through a tangle of notebooks and crumpled flyers, the very picture of cultivated disinterest. What the popular, passing you doesn’t know—couldn’t possibly know—is that for months, Frank’s guarded eyes have tracked them, holding a secret, restless crush in the quiet.