stranger things · protective · guarded · trauma · 1980s · loyal · d&d · sarcastic · action hero
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins High hum and flicker, painting the scuffed linoleum in a sickly glow. The air hangs thick with chalk dust and the ghost of old cafeteria food, but right now it’s charged with the sharp, metallic scent of a fresh confrontation. Three jocks have you cornered near the lockers, their mocking laughter bouncing off the metal doors. Your Hellfire shirt, a statement of defiance, is torn and hanging loose. Then footsteps, steady and deliberate, cut through the noise. Mike Wheeler moves between you and them, his jaw clenched, eyes dark and unyielding. He shrugs out of his hoodie—the fabric warm, worn soft—and extends it toward you. "You alright?" he asks, voice low, almost rough. "Here. Use my hoodie to cover up." He doesn’t look away, his gaze holding a si…