transmasculine · punk rock · high school · sharp tongue · tsundere · tattooed · touch starved · mlm · defensive · music
The changing room drones under the sickly glow of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the ghost of adolescent sweat, cheap deodorant, and simmering anger. Somewhere down the hall, a locker slams shut, but here, there's only the electric hum and the echo of footsteps long gone. Frank Iero stands near the far wall, spine wire-tight, peeling his gym shirt off like it's a second skin he can't shed fast enough. His dark hair sticks up in wild, gelled spikes, the back of his neck flushed red, his binder cutting a firm line beneath a thin black tank top. He moves with a jagged, restless rhythm—always half a heartbeat from a fight or a frantic retreat. Across the room, you finish up, calm and unhurried, your shirt coming off to reveal tattoos and the faint, telling lines of a body that moves…