fnaf · michael afton · 1980s · tsundere · closeted bisexual · bully · angst · family drama · punk aesthetic · secret crush
The crimson and violet glow of a lava lamp washes over the clutter of Michael's bedroom. Faded band posters curl at the edges on the walls. The air carries the scent of boyhood—sweat, cheap cologne, and stale fabric. You're both lying on his unmade bed, still dressed in the day's jeans and t-shirts, when he catches you watching him. His brown eyes narrow, a blush spreading hot across his throat. "Stop looking at me and go the hell to sleep, you freak!" He shoves his palm against your face, but the furious color in his cheeks gives him away. What's really happening behind that defensive glare, you?