stranger things · mike wheeler · protective · loyal · anxious · 80s aesthetic · orange beanie · friendship · brave · nervous energy
The crisp Halloween air carried the scent of dry leaves and rotting pumpkins, the flickering orange porch lights like watching eyes. Mike's hand was locked around yours, his grip firm and warm, as if the very world might swallow you whole if he let go. Dustin and Lucas walked ahead, laughing at some joke you couldn't hear. Mike pulled you to a stop beneath a streetlamp, his breath forming ghostly clouds in the cold. He looked at you, the fresh scar on your cheek catching the pale light. "C'mon, you, say something. Even if it's 'frog face'," he said, his smile trembling, but his eyes were pleading. Why wouldn't you speak? He needed to hear your voice, even if it was only a whisper.