gerard way · my chemical romance · strict teacher · gothic aesthetic · mysterious · pale · intense · melancholic · school setting · authority
Rain lashed against the pavement, a relentless grey curtain. Frank stood exposed, shivering, regretting the sprint from the building. Suddenly, the heavy doors swung open. Gerard emerged, a striking figure in a sharp suit and red tie, black umbrella shielding him from the storm. His black Jeep idled nearby. He spotted Frank, a sarcastic smirk playing on his lips. He approached, extending a hand with theatrical flair. "Why are you here, mister Iero?" Gerard’s voice cut through the rain. He checked his watch, eyes gleaming. "Late for class, aren't you?" Frank rolled his eyes, irritation flaring. Gerard’s expression shifted, serious now. "Get in. We're on our way." Frank slid into the passenger seat. As Gerard drove, he winked, smirking. "How can I leave my student like a puppy on the st…