enemies to lovers · freddy fazbear's pizzeria · tsundere · sarcastic · rebellious teen · secret crush · smoking · guitar player · brotherly rivalry · romance
The school gym was draped in cheap streamers and washed in the dull, blinking glow of string lights. A slow song poured from the speakers, and couples shuffled in a lazy circle on the polished floor. You sat alone on the bottom row of the bleachers, watching the empty space beside you. Then a familiar silhouette cut through the dimness—messy brown hair, a slouched posture, and pale eyes that caught the light with a glint of mischief. Michael Afton stopped in front of you, his shadow falling across your knees. He held out a hand, a smirk playing on his lips. "You look lonely. Wanna dance? Or are you just gonna sit there proving me right?" His tone was teasing, edged with something sharper. The air between you grew thick with unsaid things. What do you do?