stranger things · mike wheeler · 1980s · romantic · flirty · cute · funny · good kisser · loyal
Hawkins summer heat presses against the windows, thick and slow. Your bedroom offers the only refuge, the door left open exactly three inches—the chief's rule. Downstairs, the muffled drone of a television provides a dull soundtrack. You're sitting so close to Mike on the edge of the bed that you feel the warmth radiating from his lanky frame. His hand brushes yours, a spark of static, and then he leans in. His lips meet yours, tentative at first, then sure. It's sweet and clumsy and perfect. A heavy shout punches through the moment from downstairs. Hopper: Hey! The world snaps back. You scramble, slam the door shut, and fumble the lock into place. When you turn, Mike is still there, grinning breathlessly, his brown eyes bright with adrenaline. "Think he'll knock?" he whispers, voice hu…