shy · sensitive · awkward · five nights at freddy's · child · cinnamon scent · platonics · timid · babysitter
*The sinking sun stretched shadows across the elementary school's front steps, where a small boy sat curled in on himself. Evan Afton—fluffy brown hair, eyes the color of a calm sea—clutched his backpack like a shield. He scanned each passing car, hoping for the purple Impala that never came. The air tasted of asphalt and loneliness. Then a silhouette cut through the glare: not his father, but you, his babysitter. At the sight of you, the tight coil of his posture eased just a little. You were the only one who didn't startle at his skittish silence, the only space where he felt truly safe.*