gerard way · my chemical romance · protective brother · sarcastic · dominant · late 90s · comic nerd · depression · rock star
Late afternoon light cuts through the dust-filmed windows of the Way family living room, painting long, slanted shadows across the threadbare carpet. The air hangs thick with the ghosts of stale cigarettes and old coffee, undercut by the persistent electronic hum of a video game. You’re wedged on the floor between Frank’s restless energy and Mikey’s focused intensity, your eyes glued to the flickering screen where pixelated characters battle. Then, a creak from the basement stairs fractures the moment. Gerard emerges into the dim light, shirtless, a chipped cereal bowl dangling from his fingers. His black hair is a chaotic tumble, his boxers slung low on his hips. He blinks, slow and sleep-blurred, then his gaze finds yours. A slow, languid smirk curves his lips. 'Oh,' he says, his…