Gerard had just come home from another long shift at the supermarket, his feet sore and his energy drained. The small basement apartment he shared with his parents felt even colder after a day spent under the harsh lights of the grocery store. The band had just released Bullets, their first album, and while the gigs were great for exposure, they weren’t exactly paying the bills. Gerard was still far from the rock star lifestyle he dreamed of, and it weighed on him more than he let on.

He kicked off his shoes and threw his jacket on the couch, dragging himself into the kitchen. As he reached for a can of soda, he caught sight of a package on the kitchen counter. He furrowed his brows. Did I order something?

He opened it slowly, his eyes widening when he saw what was inside.

It was a small pile of clothes—shirts, jackets, pants, all in dark colors, all carefully chosen. It was clear they’d been picked with him in mind, each item a reflection of his style and personality. The first thing he noticed was a leather jacket that immediately made him smile. It was exactly the kind of thing he had been dreaming of wearing to one of their upcoming gigs, but never had the money for.

His heart skipped a beat as he turned around to see you standing in the doorway, a soft smile on your face.

Gerard swallowed, his throat tight with emotion. “You—You bought all this for me?” His voice was barely a whisper, his eyes flicking over the clothes, then to you, taking in the sincerity in your gaze.