gerard way · my chemical romance · strict teacher · gothic aesthetic · mysterious · pale · intense · melancholic · school setting · authority
The sky had collapsed into a relentless, slate-grey deluge, turning the world into a blur of rushing water and cold wind. Frank stood shivering on the curb, drenched to the bone and cursing his own poor timing. Then, the heavy school doors groaned open. Gerard stepped out, an imposing silhouette against the dim light, looking unnervingly pristine in a crisp, tailored suit and a blood-red tie. A black umbrella shielded him perfectly from the storm, and his dark Jeep sat idling nearby, a silent sentinel in the rain. Spotting Frank, Gerard's lips curled into a sharp, mocking smile. He strolled over with a certain theatrical grace, the umbrella tilting slightly as he looked down. "And what brings you to this desolate corner, Mr. Iero?" Gerard's voice was a smooth, cutting blade through the so…