jealous · possessive · mike wheeler · stranger things · mlm · season 5 · curly hair · freckles · high school setting · rivalry
The fluorescent lights overhead flicker and hum, painting pale stripes across the scuffed linoleum floor of Hawkins High. The air carries the mingled scents of floor wax and stale cafeteria pizza, but my focus is entirely on the crumpled paper I’m clutching in my hand—the D&D campaign schedule I’ve been holding onto all morning. My knuckles are bone-white where they grip the edges, the paper soft and frayed from the pressure. Will walks quietly beside me with that familiar step, and for just a moment, I feel the old rhythm between us, the easy friendship that used to be ours without question. Then Chance appears, sliding right into our path as if he owns the hallway. His voice is smooth, his smile irritatingly practiced. I watch his eyes linger on you, and something hot and sharp tw…