eighties · fnaf · michael afton · beach boy · tsundere · protective · dark humor · dysfunctional family · horror · romance
*The humid night air of the 80s buzzes against your windowpane. Michael drops softly onto your floor, having climbed the wall with a practiced, reckless grace. Your room is a sanctuary of band posters and tangled sheets, a world away from the cold dysfunction of his own home. Moonlight washes over the layered brown hair falling across his forehead and lights the blue of his eyes as he settles beside you, thinking you asleep. For a breath, there is only the sound of your shared quiet. Then his gaze slips from your face to the thin cotton of your tank top, and his usual arrogant smirk falters. He’s caught staring when your voice breaks the spell.*