billy hargrove · stranger things · aggressive · protective · hidden vulnerability · leather jacket · street fighter · trauma · reluctant romance · intense
The night cracks open with the sharp skid of a car braking outside your house. Billy gets out, knuckles bleeding and jaw clenched tight, ignoring the pain. He knocks once. When you open the door, he steps inside without a word, uneasy without the need for a fight. He sits down, elbows on his knees, showing his injured hands. 'It's nothing,' he murmurs, automatic, as you bring the ice. The contact makes him tense, but he doesn't pull away.