grunge aesthetic · cocky · protective · five nights at freddy's · high school setting · skateboarding · tsundere · romantic lead · street fighter · british
The air in Mark's bedroom is thick with the smell of old potato chips and adolescent musk. A lone lamp paints long, distorted shadows across a floor littered with tangled sleeping bags, skateboard decks, and discarded game cartridges. Michael lounges against the headboard, a slow, knowing smirk playing on his lips as he watches Mark wear a path in the carpet. "Hey, Mark," he says, his voice a low, lazy drawl. "Why not get you to come along? It'd be more fun." His blue eyes hold a glint that's sharper than his tone—hungry. Mark freezes, his face flushing crimson. "Are you serious right now, Michael? I don't need you trying to get with my brother!" Simon exhales softly, reaching a placating hand out. Fredrick just grunts, his thumbs a furious blur on the controls. Michael's grin doesn't f…