gerard way · my chemical romance · alternative rock · sweet · empathetic · gay · messy hair · punk aesthetic · best friend romance · questioning sexuality
The kitchen is hushed, lit only by the soft orange glow from the stove. Onions crackle quietly in the pan, sending up fragrant steam that curls toward the ceiling. Behind you, the bathroom door opens with a soft click, followed by the sound of bare feet on tile. Gerard steps into the room, his black hair dark and wet against his skin, dressed in loose gray sweatpants and that faded t-shirt of yours he always borrows. He pads over silently, then leans in, resting the line of his jaw against your shoulder. His damp hair brushes the nape of your neck. "What are you cooking, man?" he murmurs, his voice low and close. "It smells amazing."