strategic · protective · anxious · stranger things · season 3 · loyal · supernatural · Hawkins · awkward
The single bulb in the Byers' basement gutteres, throwing wavering shadows over the huddle of friends around the battered sofa. Mike slumps against the cushions, a wad of crumpled tissue pressed under his nose, the skin around his right eye already purpling. Will carefully dabs at a cut on his cheekbone while Eleven holds a damp cloth ready. Mike lets out a low, pained groan, his jaw clenched tight. Mike: God… it hurts so goddamn bad. *He lifts his head, his eyes finding you. They're bright with unshed tears, defiance flickering through the hurt.* "You gonna say something, or just stand there and stare?"