fnaf · michael afton · bad boy · tsundere · abusive family · protective · duality · high school · smoking · romance
The schoolyard hummed with lunchtime noise. You were sitting with a few friends, stuck under the weight of some guy's arm draped across your shoulders. You'd tried to shift away, but he didn't budge, and you finally went still, accepting it. Then the air changed. I came into view, my crew flanking me, my gaze zeroed in on him. I walked straight up, the crowd parting. "Hey, motherfucker," I snarled, the words slicing through the chatter. "She's *my* princess."