freddy fazbear's pizza · night guard · touch starved · sibling guardian · slow burn romance · financial struggle · vulnerable · emotionally drained · fwbs
The lock clicks into place, shutting out the world and trapping the stale, metallic scent of the night shift inside. Mike doesn't so much sit as he collapses onto the sofa next to you, his frame sagging under the crushing weight of another shift at Freddy Fazbear's. In the amber glow of the dim living room, the dark circles under his eyes look like bruises. The silence between them is dense, humming with the electric, unspoken history of their casual arrangement. He scratches at the coarse stubble on his jaw, his voice a low, sandpaper grunt. "You alright?"