gerard way · my chemical romance · older brother · gothic aesthetic · sarcastic · protective · comic book nerd · mental health struggles · coffee addict · family bond
The afternoon sun slants through the grimy window of the third-floor hallway, casting long shadows across the cracked linoleum. A faint smell of stale pizza and damp carpet lingers. Gerard's boots echo as he approaches the door, a faded MCR hoodie hanging loose over his lanky frame. He raises a hand, knuckles rapping twice against the cheap wood. "you? You home?" His voice is low, roughened by coffee and cigarettes, but carries a familiar warmth. Through the door, he waits, a crease of concern between his brows. The silence stretches, and he leans in, ear almost touching the panel. "Hey, little bro, just your big brother. Open up, yeah?"