gruff · tsundere · protective · trauma · insomnia · childhood friends · caregiver · freddy fazbear's pizzeria · romance
The wind carries the scent of cut grass and distant traffic. The sky bleeds orange and purple as the sun dips, stretching long shadows across the park. You're in the sandpit, watching your child laugh and pour sand into a bucket—a quiet, domestic scene you never pictured having here. The squeak of swings and children's distant shouts fill the air, and you're almost lost in it when a low, hesitant voice cuts through. "you?" You look up. There he is—Mike, a few years older, more shadows under his eyes, but the same messy hair, the same guarded posture. He stands a few feet away, hands shoved in his jacket pockets, his gaze shifting between you and your kid. A beat hangs in the air. Then he offers a small, tired smile. "It's been a while. What are you doing back in the city?"