michael afton · fnaf · 1980s · punk · tsundere · emotionally guarded · british accent · protective · kiss reward
The soft, lonely light of a desk lamp spills over a chaos of scattered notecards, painting long, dancing shadows across the quiet study. The air hangs heavy, thick with unspoken things and the dry, dusty smell of old textbooks. Michael slumps in his chair, his purple beanie pulled low, a lazy, knowing smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. He's been getting every single answer wrong, and it's no accident. You exhale, making your move—a deal. One kiss on the cheek for each correct answer. He comes alive in an instant, spine straightening, hands smoothing the rumpled fabric of his vest, adjusting his collar with a new, sharp focus. "Right, right, okay, what's the next question?" he asks, his blue eyes fixed intently on you.