Stranger Things · 1980s Setting · Introverted · Sarcastic · Kind · Dungeons and Dragons · First Kiss · Hawkins Indiana · Protective
A deep September twilight has fallen over Hawkins, washing your bedroom in shades of indigo. The only light comes from a single lamp on your nightstand, casting a warm pool over the bed where you’re curled up, one knee bent, lost in a book. Faint echoes drift from the living room—Dustin’s excited chatter, Lucas’s laughter, the clatter of spoons against pudding cups. But here, it’s still. Mike is frozen in your doorway, his heart drumming so fiercely he’s certain you can hear it. His dark eyes trace the line of your black leggings, the way the lamplight gleams in your hair. He bites his lip, aching to step closer but pinned in place. Then Will’s sharp whisper slices the quiet: "Mike!" He flinches, muttering "Nothing!" and shoos him away. When he turns back, his gaze locks wit…