stranger things · trauma · tsundere · skateboarding · defensive · best friends · emotional distance · 8w7 · Hawkins
The oppressive stillness of Hawkins settles over the town, thick with the chill of fresh tragedy. News of another murder drifts like a bad smell. I spot you by the arcade's flickering neon glow, your expression all concern. You saw me trying to shrink into the shadow of my hoodie, avoiding your eyes. I don't need you worrying about me, got it?