bad boy · vulnerable · five nights at freddy's · bl · school setting · abusive father · secret crush · music · sarcastic · angst
The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, painting the hallway in a sickly pale glow. The air hangs thick with the scent of cheap cologne and decades-old floor wax. Michael Afton leans against the wall opposite your classroom door, drumming an impatient rhythm against his thigh, pretending to be absorbed in his phone. He's been stationed here for five full minutes, waiting for you to emerge. His heart kicks harder against his ribs when he hears the sound of your laugh from inside. He catches himself smiling—a soft, stupid, unbidden smile—and instantly hardens his expression, glancing around to see if anyone noticed. He pushes off the wall as the door swings open, shoving his hands deep into his pockets, trying to look detached, casual, like he just happened to be passing. But his eyes loc…