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hirokari · 2 years

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is that not enough for you?

wc: 1k | g: angst, high school!AU, reversed hurt/comfort, could be platonic or romantic- whatever you'd like, gn!reader | w: explicit language

Micheal Afton thinks he's a useless asshole, but you know better. Though, it's really hard to think otherwise when he's going through extreme measures just to avoid you.

Skipping shared classes, taking longer routes to reach his locker, he'll even drive home with his father, who you know very well he despises.

Yet, what had you done to make him despise you even more than he does his father? You have no idea, and just taking a moment to think about it ends in your guilt eating you up, which you won't allow until you'd found out what you'd done.

"Y/N, dear, it's lovely to see you again!" Mrs. Afton pats down your head with an endearing smile when she sees you at the door, not hesitating to welcome you into their abode.

"Hello, Mrs. Afton. Sorry I dropped by without warning," The woman doesn't seem to mind the fact, ushering you in with rushed protests, "No, love, I could never mind. Do you want me to make you anything?"

Your hands, after been rubbed against each other as a nervous habit, immediately rushes to wave in the air, "Oh, no, you don't have to make me anything." You clear your throat for a moment. "I'm here to see Micheal, if that's alright?"

In the familiar, kind manner, Mrs. Afton smooths your sleeve as she shuts the door, "Of course, who am I to deny my son's best friend?"

That erupts a small laugh from you, the surprise that she'd considered you his best friend evident. You suppose he's mentioned you to his family before? Hopeful thinking, you note.

As you ascend up towards Micheal's room, both his siblings are rushing down the same flight of stairs but are rendered still when they see you.

"Hi Liz, Evan," You greet, sending a small smile. Though obviously excited, they both greet back with grins, only finally continuing to run downstairs after you'd passed them.

They've grown, you notice, and with physical appearance follows obedience. The last time you'd came over they couldn't latch away from you, Elizabeth with her constant offers of imaginative tea and Evan who'd just enjoyed your presence as he tugs on your shirt, wordless.

You can't help but wonder how much things have changed since the last time you'd talked to Micheal.

Your best friend's room is the last one down the hall, you couldn't possibly forget. And if you did, you'd still be able to tell with all the stickers he'd adorned the door with, ranging from rock band stickers to other ridiculous quotes you don't think you want to recite.

Your fist comes in contact to the wood thrice. "...Micheal?"

"Go home, Y/N." His answer is immediate, it's cold and distant and muffled. He's been expecting you. "No," You huff, stern. "I'm am going to talk to you— even if it's the last thing I do."

The door unlocks, and suddenly it's swung open violently. Micheal looms over you with a cold stare, leaning against the door frame. "Fine. You wanna talk, let's talk."

It's now that you realize... you hadn't exactly planned up to this point. And it seems that Micheal had figured that too, because he sneers, looking away in disbelief.

"Why have you been avoiding me?" You ask in a quiet voice. That, the mere, small volume of your voice, surprises him. In all honesty, he'd expected you to scream at him, seeing as how frustrated you look right now.

"I don't-" He pauses. "I don't like being around you anymore, I guess."

"You guess? Micheal Afton, you have no right to say that after all the people I've lost in the process of being friends with you. They hurt me and you were there for me, we spent so many nights talking about everything, and now you don't like being around me?"

You take a step forward, Micheal takes one step back. Noticing this, you advance another two steps, laughing a little in bewilderment when he takes an equal amount of steps backwards.

"When did it come to this? Do I disgust you that much?"

"You don't disgust me," His voice is suddenly genuine and filled with sincerity, it makes you mad how fast he'd switched.

"Then what is it, Mike!? What makes you hate me so much you don't even want to talk about it!?"

"Why are you even here?" Micheal's voice wavers, it shocks you a little, silencing you. "What do you see in me that keeps you here? Why are you trying for an asshole, Y/N?"

"You're not an asshole. If you were an asshole I wouldn't care if you've been avoiding me. If you were an asshole you wouldn't care about me, either." Your arms stretch out and hold his shoulders. "...do you care?"

"I do,"

"You're not an asshole."

There's a moment of silence, the darkness of his room engulfing the pair of you as you still, feeling him take your wrists into his own hold.

"I don't even know why you keep me around," Mumbles Micheal. "I'm nothing like you− you're changing the world! You're-you're saving lives! And I'm not. And I won't. I'm not changing anything, I'm not smart or strong like you, I don't have the energy to try for anyone- I'm nothing."

Despite the lack of light in the room, you still meets eyes with him, feeling remorse at the glassy look in them.

"I'm pretty sure I'm what they call an asshole, Y/N-"

"Mike, how many times do I have to say you are not an asshole. You're changing my world, you're saving my life! And don't you dare say you're anything less than I am. You are strong and smart and loved." You swallow thickly, breath shaky when he lets you hold his face in your hands.

"Is that not enough for you?"

"It-" Micheal pauses, feeling selfish as he relishes the feeling of your thumb rubbing across the skin of his jaw. "It is. I-I never knew you felt that way, I-"

He gasps, even yelps a little, when you embrace him with your arms wrapped around his torso, letting you bury your head into his shoulder. He returns the hug and holds you tighter, breathing in your scent that he must admit he missed, swaying around as he presses his cheek against the crown of your head.

"I don't like not talking to you."

"Yeah?"

"It's boring."

Micheal sighs into your hair. "'M sorry. I promise I won't avoid you again."

a/n: hahahah OH TO SAY THESE THINGS TO MICHEAL AFTON AND TELL HIM HE IS NOT ENTITLED TO HIS FATHER.

a/n: i had to keep liz and evan alive you won't ever catch me writing an au where they are gone YOU WON'T. thank you to turk anon for encouraging me to write an afton imagine ^_^

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