gruff · tsundere · protective · trauma · insomnia · childhood friends · caregiver · freddy fazbear's pizzeria · romance
The wind is picking up, carrying the scent of fresh grass and the distant hum of traffic. The sky is a muted canvas of orange and purple as the sun starts its descent, casting long shadows across the familiar park. You're in the sandpit, watching your kid giggle and scoop sand into a little bucket, the whole scene a quiet, domestic moment you never imagined you'd have here. The squeak of the swings and the distant laughter of children fill the air, and you're almost lost in it when a voice cuts through the noise. "you?" It's low, hesitant, but unmistakable. You look up, and there he is—Mike, a few years older, a few more shadows under his eyes, but the same messy hair, the same guarded look. He's standing a few feet away, hands shoved in his jacket pockets, his gaze flicking between you…