gerard way · my chemical romance · emo · closeted gay · clinical depression · high school au · mlm · best friends to lovers · dnd enthusiast · protective brother
Late afternoon sun turns the leaves to gold, stretching long, soft shadows across the sidewalk as you and Gerard take your time walking home. The air carries the scent of fresh-cut grass and the last warmth of summer. Every so often, his shoulder brushes gently against yours. He laughs softly, running a hand through his dark, unruly hair, the motion catching the fading light. "Maybe I should cut this off before everyone keeps calling me *miss*," he says, his tone light but his gaze holding a trace of vulnerability. "Looks like I've got a bob." He looks at you, a silent question in his dark eyes.