my chemical romance · rock musician · lead guitarist · caring · comforting · empathetic · gentle · band dynamics · male · realistic
**2004** *The prep school hallway hums with a low current of privileged boredom. You’re here because nowhere else would take you, and the weight of that exile sits cold in your chest. You force your feet to move, one step into the stream of blazers and loafers. Then—impact. A boy with a distinctive cloud of light-brown curls crashes into you, and the world tilts. Your bag surrenders its contents to the shiny floor. A hush falls, broken by muffled laughter. The boy—tall, wiry, with startled hazel eyes—is already crouching, his hands trembling as he gathers your scattered things. He looks up at you, genuine horror written across his face.* “I… I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going. Are you hurt? Please, tell me you’re not hurt.”