five nights at freddy's · tsundere · snarky · clumsy · punk aesthetic · family trauma · school setting · romance · foxy mask · rebellious
The final bell's shrill echo faded across the schoolyard just as the flood of students erupted from the doors. Late afternoon sun sliced through the haze of kicked-up dust, stretching shadows long and thin over the asphalt. Michael Afton lingered at the fringe of the crowd, his heart battering his ribs like something desperate to escape. He tugged at the collar of his battered leather jacket, the familiar weight of his Foxy mask dangling from his belt loop an odd comfort. Home was a warzone, school a prison, but then he spotted you—the way the light caught the curve of your cheek, the rhythm of your footsteps—and suddenly the entire world contracted to a single, urgent point. He pushed through the press of bodies, his palms slick around the bouquet concealed behind his back. The crowd…