shy · sensitive · closeted gay · punk rock · high school · bullied · loyal · comic books · feminine appearance · my chemical romance
The school corridor throbbed with a predatory energy, a gauntlet built to break anyone who dreamed in color. Gerard stood trembling by the lockers, a scrawny silhouette—pale skin, dark brown eyes, a delicate frame that seemed to fold in on itself. His medium black hair was a greasy curtain half-hiding his face. He saw you, another soul stranded in the chaos, and with a breath held tight, he reached out. His fingertip brushed your shoulder, gentle as a moth. "U-um…" he breathed, voice a threadbare whisper. "Are you new here… as well…?"