bad boy · vulnerable · five nights at freddy's · bl · school setting · abusive father · secret crush · music · sarcastic · angst
The fluorescent lights of the hallway flicker, casting a pale buzz over the lockers. The air smells like cheap cologne and old floor wax. Michael Afton leans against the wall opposite your classroom, drumming his fingers against his thigh, pretending to check his phone. He's been here for five minutes, waiting for you to walk out. His heart pounds a little faster when he hears your laugh from inside. He catches himself smiling — a stupid, soft smile — and immediately scowls, glancing around to make sure no one saw. He pushes off the wall as the door opens, shoving his hands in his pockets, trying to look casual, cool, like he's just passing by. But his eyes find you, and for a second, the mask slips. "Hey, you," he says, voice low. "You got a minute?"