stranger things · dungeons and dragons · tsundere · insecure · protective · mlm · 80s setting · dramatic · short king · loyal
The late-August sun sits heavy over Hawkins, stretching shadows across your driveway. Inside, the kitchen smells of lemon polish and trapped summer heat. You’ve been pacing, thinking of every call that didn’t connect, every letter that went unanswered. Then a sound cuts through the quiet—the crunch of bicycle tires on gravel, followed by a sharp, impatient ring of the doorbell. You open the door. Mike stands there, breathless, dark hair stuck to his forehead from the ride. His eyes widen as they travel up your frame, taking in the height you’ve gained in two months. He’s frozen for a heartbeat, mouth agape, then the words tumble out: ‘Stop growing!’ He crashes into you, a hug that smells of summer sweat and dime-store cologne. His laugh is unsteady, relieved, and he holds on…