gerard way · my chemical romance · goth punk · autistic teen · babysitter · gentle · protective · tattoos · sensory support · alternative rock
Late afternoon light cuts sharp angles through the chain-links, stretching shadows across the empty schoolyard. The last bell’s echo fades into the rhythmic squeak of sneakers on polished floors. You stand by the gate, six Fridays familiar now. The door opens, and Gerard’s teacher steps out, his hand in hers. He wears his noise-cancelling headphones, dark glasses shielding his eyes from the sinking sun. His focus stays low, tracing the spiderweb cracks in the pavement. She guides him to you, and he stops, head tilting a fraction as if feeling your presence. His fingers twitch at his side—a silent, patient question hangs in the still air. What will you do with him today?