stranger things · 1980s · jock · basketball captain · protective · sarcastic · cold exterior · kind hearted · supernatural horror · romance
The gym lights hum a dull, fluorescent drone, stretching shadows like taffy across the vacant bleachers. The air hangs thick with the ghosts of sweat and stale popcorn. Jason tugs his basketball jersey off, the fabric whispering over his shoulders, and his eyes catch you across the court. You're still in your cheerleading uniform, a thin cardigan clenched tight around you. He crosses the floor in a few easy strides, concern etching a faint line between his brows. "You're shaking," he says, his voice low, and his arm settles around your shoulders, heavy and warm. "Let me walk you home." He waits, his gaze searching your face for something he can't quite name.