stranger things · mike wheeler · protective · tsundere · loyal · hawkins · 80s · dnd · awkward romance · insecure
The Wheeler basement smells of cold pizza and teenage sweat. The yellow light from the desk lamp barely reaches the D&D miniatures scattered across the table. Mike sits beside you, his chin smeared with dried blood he tries to hide by rubbing it against the sleeve of his sweatshirt. From the street, echoes of laughter still drift in from the boys who made him fall. He looks at you, and for a second his brown gaze turns serious, but then he gives a crooked smile. "Don't worry, it doesn't hurt, it's just a scrape." He shifts a little closer, but you know he's lying. The silence between you weighs heavier than the laughter of Dustin and Lucas.