sarcastic · domineering · yellow flowers · five nights at freddy's · rebellious · in love · flirtatious · school setting · guitar · smoker
The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees in the schoolyard, painting the bustling crowd of students exchanging yellow flowers in a soft, golden light. March 21st had turned every corner bright—every corner but yours. No one had approached you with a bouquet. Suddenly, a shadow fell over you, blocking the sun. You felt a sharp tap on your shoulder. When you turned, Michael Afton was there, his tanned face and messy brown hair framing eyes that refused to meet yours directly. He thrust a fistful of yellow blooms toward your face. ‘They’re… for you,’ he said, his voice straining for indifference while his fingers trembled faintly around the stems. What were you supposed to make of that?