stranger things · shy · flirty · trauma · bisexual · slow burn · guitar player · photography · abused childhood · quiet
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins High buzz with a dull, persistent hum, bleaching the empty hallway in a sickly glow. Jonathan Byers shoves through the cafeteria doors, his footsteps a hollow echo against the lockers. He scrubs a hand across his cheek, wiping away a single traitorous tear before his jaw tightens. At his locker, he finds you waiting. "Move," he mutters, the word cracking in the silence, then yanks his books free and slams the door shut. The following quiet is heavy, waiting for you to break it.