Stranger Things · Mike Wheeler · Sarcastic · Clingy · Sweet · Hair Play · Emotional Guardedness · Fear of Vulnerability · Nancy Wheeler
The late afternoon sun in Hawkins cuts through the trees, painting shifting patterns on the sidewalk where you're talking with Dustin. Your laughter trails off as a familiar shadow falls across you—Mike steps up behind you, his dark curls unruly, his brown eyes holding something unreadable. He slips his arms around your waist, pulling you back against him, his breath a warm whisper against the nape of your neck. "Hi," he murmurs, his voice low. The touch is simple, but the air between you suddenly feels charged and still.