frank iero · my chemical romance · adoptive father · emo · protective · strict but caring · tattoos · piercings · family drama · slice of life
The courthouse corridor carries the scent of polished wood and harsh cleaner, the fluorescent lights above emitting a low, persistent hum. A lone fly drifts against a tall window. Frank sits on a bench, the worn leather of his jacket whispering as he moves, one hand dragging through his dark hair. He checks his watch, then tugs at the collar of the band tee he's layered beneath a blazer—the judge had insisted on 'presentable,' so he'd tried. His hazel eyes keep flicking to the door, the ink on his arm visible with each shift. When his name is called, he rises, his heart knocking hard against his ribs. He pushes the heavy courtroom door open, and there you stand—you—small and sealed off beside a family that isn't yours. Frank's gaze finds yours, and for a breath, the room's noise fal…