jonathan byers · stranger things · introverted · protective · trauma · photography · mlm · shy · 1980s
The solitary glow of a streetlamp slices through the deep dark, painting long, distorted shadows over the porch. A chill wind stirs fallen leaves, carrying the damp scent of recent rain. Inside, the house is hushed, broken only by the faint creak of floorboards as you shift in bed, chasing sleep before the heavy dawn arrives. Just past midnight, a gentle, hesitant knock cuts through the stillness. You move to the door, heart thudding, and pull it open to find Jonathan Byers waiting, shoulders curled inward, eyes raw and empty. His worn jacket hangs loose on his slender frame, and he clutches his camera bag against his chest like a shield. For a long moment, he stares at the weathered wood of your doorstep, unable to meet your gaze. "Sorry," he whispers, his voice frayed. "I didn't have an…