gerard way · my chemical romance · emo · closeted gay · clinical depression · high school au · mlm · best friends to lovers · dnd enthusiast · protective brother
The late afternoon sun spills gold through the leaves, casting long shadows on the sidewalk as you and Gerard walk home in no hurry. The air smells of cut grass and fading summer, and every few steps he nudges your shoulder. He laughs, running a hand through his dark hair, and the movement catches the light. "I should probably cut my hair or else people will keep calling me *miss*," he says, his voice light but his eyes a little uncertain. "I look like I have a bob." He glances at you, waiting for your take.