I'm just a man...
Fluff!
Teacher Gerard!
I walked into art class and sat down in the back, ducking my head down.
"Good morning Y/N" Mr. Way smiled.
He greeted me like every other morning.
"Oh, hi.." I mumbled, glancing up at him.
He walked over to my desk and pulled a chair next to me.
"Why do you always come to my class 10 minutes early?" His voice was soft and he placed a hand on my shoulder. "Is everything alright...?"
"Everything's fine, I just like art" I looked away from him.
"Y/N..." he looked worried. "I know you don't like your family, I've seen you come in with bruises"
I looked out of the window. "I'm fine"
"They hurt you, don't they..?"
I twitched and shook my head frantically. "N-no! No."
Mr. Way sighed and looked me in the eye.
"I'm always here for you kid, I've got you"
I shivered slightly and looked down.
"I don't need your help" I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
"To me it sounds like you don't want my help" he said, patting my shoulder.
"I don't need it." I jerked away from him.
He sighed again and ruffled my hair. "You know where to find me kid"
"Don't call me a kid, I'm 19"
"Oh, yeah, you had to stay back a year" he mumbled. "But I'm still older than you!"
"By 6 years!"
He laughed slightly. "Yeah yeah, fine"
The bell rang and Mr. Way went back to his desk as the other students came in.
I ducked my head down again but I could feel him looking at me.
I started doodling in my sketchbook and didn't care about what was happening around me.
Soon a pair of scissors was thrown at me and they hit my arm, leaving a pretty deep cut behind.
"Sh- Y/N are you alright?" Mr. Way looked at me, worried.
"I-I'm fine" I mumbled.
He walked over to me and looked at my arm.
"C'mon, I'm taking you to the nurse" he pulled me up and we left the class room.
"You don't have to do this, you know that right?" I asked, staring at the floor.
"I'm not gonna let you get the same treatment here as you get at home" he said, walking me to the nurse's office.
"This is nothing compared t- never mind"
He sat me down and waited as the nurse patched me up.
Mr. Way thanked her and we left.
"What goes on at yours when you go home?" He asked.
"Nothing" I snapped.
"That's it, you tell your parents that I would like to come to dinner and talk about your art classes" he grabbed my wrist.
"Don't-" I yanked it away from him and he gave me an apologetic look.
"I'll give you my private phone number so you can call me if something is wrong, okay?"
I went home that day and informed my parents that Mr. Way wants to come to dinner today.
The were quite happy that one of my respected teachers wanted to meet them.
I went to my room and messaged him that he could come around 5.
Only 20 minutes until he's here.
I need him here so I won't get yelled at but I don't want to seem weak in front of him.
"KID!!" My mom yelled.
"YEAH?!" I answered.
"PUT ON SOME RESPECTABLE CLOTHES AND GET OVER HERE!!"
"ALRIGHT ALRIGHT!!"
I got a notification: "be there in 5"
"Thank god" I changed into some clean jeans and a button up.
The doorbell rang and I rushed to open the front door.
"Hello Y/N" Mr. Way smiled at me and placed a hand on my shoulder.
His voice turned into a whisper. "Are you okay?"
I nodded and took him to the dining room.
"Ah, you must be Gerard Way" my dad said, shaking his hand.
Mr. Way looked quite disgusted by the fact that he had to touch my dad.
The smile on his face was clearly forced but my parents didn't seem to notice.
We sat down at the table and he sat beside me.
"After we're done eating I'm gonna need to talk to your son in private" He said, glancing at me.
"You can go to his room if it's not a total mess" my mom said, giving me a sharp look.
I pressed my back against the chair and looked down.
"Don't beat him up about it, my art studio is a complete mess all the time" Mr. Way put in, placing a hand on my back. "Creative people live in a mess because it helps our brain work better and we get better at remembering things"
"Whatever, so Gerard, our son says that you're his favorite teacher, how does he act in class?"
"He's very quiet and works very hard to make his artwork perfect. Don't tell anyone but he's my favorite student out of the 100+ I teach" he smiled.
My parents gave me a looks and I looked away.
"He's not gonna get far" I heard my dad mumble.
Mr. Way, frowned slightly and got up.
"I have to use the restroom" he said politely, though, he was clenching his fist. "I'll be right back with you"
As soon as he disappeared into the hallway my parents started throwing insults at me.
"You're so good at art but you've fucked up in every other class! What is wrong with you?!"
"You'll never make it in the real world!"
As they heard the bathroom door open again they stopped.
Mr. Way sat down next to me and slid his phone into his pocket.
He looked at me and gave me a small smile before everyone continued eating and talking.
I didn't meet anyone's eyes but I could see Mr. Way's hand clench every time my parents threw a mean comment at me.
After everyone was done, he took me to my room and sat me on my bed.
He was pacing around my room, glancing at me from time to time.
"How can you let them treat you like can?" He whisper-yelled at me. "They're awful!"
"I've lived with them my whole life!" I whispered back. "I can deal with it"
"I'm not gonna let you live like this!"
"Stop-! I don't want your help! I'm not weak!"
He sat down next to me and sighed.
"Asking for help doesn't make you weak" he said, putting an arm around me. "Just let me help you"
"I don't need your help. I can do this myself" I pushed his arm away.
"Y/N-"
"He might actually try to hurt you if you help me leave, I don't want him to"
"He can't hurt me"
"Just stay away from me, please? I don't want him to hurt you" I whispered, grabbing his hand.
"If anything happens, I'm just a call away" Mr. Way sighed. "I'll come around if you need me"
He got up and looked down at out hands.
"You're a sweet boy, Y/N" his eyes stayed pinned to our hands. "I don't want anyone to hurt you, okay?"
I looked up at him and smiles a little.
"I know..." I mumbled.
"Hey, I have a couple hours with no classes every day, after school. You could come hang out, stay out of this house just a bit longer?"
"I'd... I'd like that"
Was it just now that I'm noticing how beautiful he is?
He looks so... perfect.
I was staring at him, I couldn't get my eyes off him.
He smiled at me and I could feel my cheeks heat up slightly.
"I have to go now" he said. "I'll see you tomorrow"
He pulled me up and into a strong hug.
I could smell his cologne, so... familiar and comforting?
I rested my head against his shoulder.
"Don't get too attached, I'm still just one of your students" I sighed.
"I know" he mumbled, resting his head against mine. "You're still my favorite student"
I pulled away and looked up at him.
"Thank you Mr. Way, I'll see you tomorrow"
He smiled and ruffled my hair. "See ya"
Gerard's POV:
I left Y/N's room and walked to the front door.
"Excuse me Gerard?" I could hear his father.
Ugh.
"Yes Mr. Y/L/N?" I tried to sound as polite as possible, smiling.
"Leaving so soon?"
I hate him so much.
"Yeah, sorry, I have work to get done"
"Was everything okay with my son?" He asked.
"Yes, I'm taking him for art club after school, every day" I said, staring into his eyes menacingly.
His father twitched but kept his smile. "That's great"
I smiled at him and left.
Fuck, I hate that man.
He better not lay a finger on that boy or I might just snap his neck.
Why do I.. why am I so protective of him..?
Y/N's POV:
Gerard left and I went to the kitchen to get myself a glass of water.
"I don't understand that man. He's odd" my dad said. "Not to mention that he looks like fa-"
"Don't call him that" I snapped, pouring water into a glass.
"What's it with you?"
"Mr. Way is the best teacher I've ever had, you're not gonna call him a fag"
"You dare talk back to me?"
"That's how conversations work" I sipped on my water.
My dad got up and gripped my shirt.
"I've told you to fix that fucking attitude!" He snapped, spitting on me. "And I call that man whatever the fuck I want!"
"No you fucking won't!"
He threw me against the wall and I dropped the glass.
It shattered onto the floor and come glass cut my hand.
I groaned and got back up.
"I WISH YOU WEREN'T MY FUCKING DAD!!" I screamed.
He punched me in the eye and I fell against the wall.
"Go to your room!"
I got up and ran to my room.
I picked up my phone and stared at Mr. Way's number.
"I should, shouldn't I?" I mumbled to myself. "I should call him"
I stared at my phone again.
"But I don't wanna bother him... but I should call him... nooo...."
I threw my phone at the wall and started crying.
"Mr. Way..."
I woke up the next morning and frowned seeing the black eye as I looked into the mirror.
"Well that's ugly" I sighed, putting my jacket on and leaving the house.
I arrived at school and went to art class, covering half of my face with my hood.
"Morning Y/N" Mr. Way smiled.
"Morning" I mumbled, sitting down at my desk.
I put my injured hand in my pocket and stared out of the window.
I could hear him sit down next to me.
"Y/N..?" He placed his hand on my back.
"Fuck off"
His hand was warm and I had to hold back tears.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing just leave me alone"
He rubbed my back softly and I just started crying.
He clenched his hand and sighed. "Did he hurt you?"
I nodded slowly and he pulled my hood off
"Oh lord" he whispered and made me turn to face him.
He inspected my bruised face and sighed.
"Oh Y/N" he caressed my cheek sadly. "Just let me help you"
I looked down and he tilted my head back up.
"Why did he do this...?"
"H-he was calling you a faggot and I- I started talking back" I mumbled, looking nervously into his eyes.
"Y/N you have to stop protecting me and let me help you"
I shook my head and grabbed his hand.
"C'mon" Mr. Way stood up and grabbed my hand. "Your day is cancelled and we're going to my house"
"W-what..? Seriously?" I asked, looking up at him.
He nodded and I got up after him.
"Mr. Way, why are you doing this?" I looked at the floor.
He slid his hand to my back again and directed me to his car. "I l- I care about you.. you're my best student"
"Why do you care? I'm just some dumb fag in the back of your class"
"You're not just that, Y/N"
He ruffled my hair and turned on the car.
"You're gonna stay with me from now on, okay?" He said, glancing at me.
"N-no Mr. Way I can't! He'll kill me!" My eyes widened in panic and I shook my head. "H-he'll hurt you!"
"Stop protecting me for fuck's sake!" He kept his eyes on the road and gripped the wheel tightly. "I want you safe! I want you away from your awful fucking family!"
"Mr. Way-"
"I won't rest until you're safe! I'll keep fucking trying!"
I could see a tear roll down his cheek.
"I don't want him to hurt you again" he sighed, wiping his eyes.
I put my hand on his shoulder and he placed his hand on top of it.
"I'll be okay" I said.
"Promise me that you'll tell me if he hurts you, I'll come to dinner again"
"You're a good man, Mr. Way"
"Please just call me Gerard, alright? Mr. Way sounds way too professional, I'm just a strange guy after all"
I chuckled slightly and he smiled.
"I like hearing you laugh, it's nice"
I blushed slightly and smiled at him.
He was so comforting, just a normal dude, but he was also beautiful.
So perfect I could've just kissed him right then and there.
He looked so amazing, the way the light shined onto his face and the way his eyes shimmered.
What an angel...
"Here we are!" He stopped the car and took me inside.
His house looked super comfy and I saw down on the couch.
"Do you wanna watch a movie? Read comics? Anything?" He asked, sitting down next to me.
"Maybe watch a movie? Like Fear Street or something"
"Sure thing!"
He turned on the tv and put an arm around me.
I blushed lightly and rested my head on his shoulder.
I glanced up at him and I could see that his cheeks were slightly pink as well.
I moved closer to him and he smiles softly.
A couple weeks later...
"Hey Y/N?" Gerard walked over to my desk after class.
"Yes Mr. Way?" I asked, looking up at him.
I blushed when I realized how close his face was to mine.
"Do you wanna come to my house for a movie night?" He asked, smiling at me excitedly. "We can watch horror movies!"
"I'd love to! We just can't take too long or my parents might get suspicious"
Later...
We went to Gerard's house and he put on a movie.
I rested my head against his shoulder and he pulled me closer.
We had become really good friends in the past couple weeks.
We were pretty close before officially becoming friends so that might be an important factor, but who really knows?
No one has bullied me since people found out that I hang out with Gerard, which is nice.
It was like time went by in just a few seconds and soon it was 8 pm.
I should've home from "art club" ages ago.
I was late.
I got a message and took out my phone.
"Come home or I'll hurt him." -Dad
"Shit, Gerard he knows" I said in pure panic. "H-he-"
"Shhh... I'll keep you safe"
His phone started ringing and he picked it up.
"Bring my son home or I'll blow your fucking brains out" I could hear my dad's voice.
Gerard's eyes widened and he looked at me before hanging up.
"Gerard take me home, right now. I don't want him to hurt you" I said.
"I'll find a way to get us both out of this shit" he said, taking my hand in his. "I promise"
"Take me home, it's the only way"
"Are you sure?"
I nodded nervously.
Gerard drove me home and my dad was standing on the porch, gun in hand.
We go out of the car and Gerard walked me over to the door.
My dad pointed the gun at Gerard's head and grabbed his shirt with one hand.
"Don't hurt him!" I cried.
"Give me your phone" he snapped, the gun twitching. "You ain't calling the cops on me"
Gerard handed his phone over and looked at me sadly. "I hope we meet again"
He placed a kiss on my cheek and walked away.
Dad took me inside and slammed the door shut.
He threw me onto the floor and started screaming.
"YOU'RE A FUCKING DISGRACE!! A DISGUSTING FAGGOT!! A DIRTY STAIN IN OUR BLOODLINE!!"
My mother just stood there, watching us.
I started crying, I knew I'd never see Gerard again.
"YOU'RE GONNA ROT IN HELL! YOU DISGUSTING PIECE OF HUMAN FUCKING GARBAGE!!" My dad pointed the gun and glared down at me.
Then I heard sirens outside and someone yelling at the door.
The door was kicked down and cops ran in, guns raised and ready.
But I looked past them into the front yard.
There he was, Gerard, waiting for me with open arms.
I got up and ran to his arms, hugging him tightly.
He hugged back, picking me up and spinning me around in the air.
"Oh my god... you're okay!" He cried, smiling.
He had tears streaming down his face as he sank his fingers into my hair.
I buried my tear stained face into his shoulder and he just held me there.
His embrace was the safest place in the entire universe.
I wanted to stay there as long as possible... forever.
Soon I had to pull away though, I had a question.
"How did you-? He took your phone!" I was confused.
"Work phone" he said, taking out the flip phone from his pocket.
I smiled and hugged him tighter. "You sly fucker"
I heard my dad screaming and looked at the door.
He was being dragged out by a bunch of cops but he was trashing and kicking around.
He glared at me and Gerard and launched forward.
Gerard pulled me close and stepped away from him.
The cops grabbed my dad and he kept screaming about revenge.
"You touch a hair on my Y/N's body and I'll break all your limbs" Gerard growled, holding me tightly.
I looked up at him and he cupped my face softly, pulling me into a kiss.
I yelped quietly, surprised by his actions.
But soon I closed my eyes and kissed back.
He smiled against my lips and pulled away.
"I love you"
I started sobbing and he held me against his chest.
"Shhh... it's okay" he whispered, kissing the side of my head. "I've got you"
"I l-love you too" I sobbed. "So much. Thank you, thank you, thank you..."
"I love you so much more Y/N" he wiped my tears. "You wouldn't believe it"
"You're my hero"
"I'm just a man, I'm not a hero"