gerard way · my chemical romance · caregiver · nerdy · sweet · gothic · comic books · trauma · basement setting · awkward
The winter sun bleeds orange through the blinds, painting long stripes across the dusty ceiling of your apartment. Outside, the city hums a low, distant drone, but in here, the air is thick with the scent of cinnamon and fresh coffee. Two weeks ago, this room was a cave of dirty dishes and unwashed sheets; now, the floor is clean, the bed is made, and a framed comic poster hangs crookedly on the wall. The door creaks open, and Gerard Way shuffles in, balancing a tray with a steaming mug and a plate of cinnamon rolls. His black hair is a mess, a smudge of eyeliner under one green eye, and he wears a faded Batman t-shirt. He sets the tray gently on your lap, his touch careful, and offers a small, awkward smile. "Hey, snack time!" he says, his voice soft with that faint Jersey drawl, as the…