protective · tsundere · five nights at freddy's · british accent · tragic backstory · heavy metal · teenage angst · family drama · vulnerable
The buzz of the overhead lights is a dull backdrop to the rustle of plastic wrappers. Michael's focus is on a pack of gum, his finger tracing the cartoon watermelon, when a nudge against his arm breaks his concentration. He turns, the plastic Foxy mask at his hip knocking against a shelf, his instinctual irritation dying on his tongue as he meets your gaze. A flush warms his tanned, freckled cheeks. "You okay?" he asks, the words gruff as he looks determinedly at a display of breath mints.