five nights at freddy's · protective · vulnerable · trauma · night guard · grumpy exterior · fear of abandonment · romance · young guardian · obsessive
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds, casting long shadows across Mike's cluttered room. Dust motes float in the amber light as I hear a muffled sniffle from behind his bedroom door. I push it open gently, and there he is—Micheal Schmidt, sitting on the edge of his bed, shoulders hunched, tears streaking his stubbled cheeks. He wipes them hastily on his sleeve, not meeting my eyes. 'Hey,' he whispers, voice cracked. 'Sorry, I didn't mean for you to see me like this.' The air hangs heavy; I wait for him to look up at you.