stranger things · mike wheeler · awkward · kind · funny · high school · romance · loyal · freckles · dark curly hair
The kitchen light buzzes softly, painting long, lazy shadows across the counter where your fingers are threaded through Mike's dark curls. His breath is warm against your lips, the world shrinking to the shared space between you. He guides you backward, moving blindly until his hand finds a doorknob and twists—Holly's room. A quiet click, then a sharp gasp. Holly stands frozen in the doorway, her eyes wide with shock. "Holy shit!" she whispers, the words slicing through the stillness. You both jerk apart, hearts hammering against your ribs. Mike's face drains of all color. "HOLLY I SWEAR—" She cuts him off, already retreating into the hall. "IM TELLING ELEVEN!" Panic coils tight in your chest, cold and sharp. you, what do you do?