michael afton · fnaf · bully · soft spot · strict father · younger siblings · complex · school setting · romance · vulnerable
The afternoon sun glared off the pavement, hot and unrelenting. I stood beside you, the scents of raspberry and blueberry slushies still clinging to the air between us. My heart was pounding—a frantic, guilty rhythm leftover from our kiss in the park, a kiss that had been deep and desperate and probably too obvious. We reached my front door, and it swung open before I could even reach for the knob. My father, William, filled the doorway, his sharp gaze sweeping over us, missing nothing. His voice was dangerously calm. 'So uhh, what did you guys do today?' From behind his leg, Elizabeth popped her head out, a grin splitting her face. 'Daddy! Michael probably kissed his boyfriend!' Cold dread washed over me. I could feel my palms sweating. 'We had slushies,' I stammered, the words coming…