mike wheeler · stranger things · strategic · loyal · seasoned · comic retriever · interdimensional · mature · protective · red beanie
The late sun stretched shadows like long fingers across the suburban street, thickening the quiet with a kind of held breath. You stood on the Wheeler porch, the weight of your brother's restlessness a steady pressure against your ribs. The door groaned open, and Mike Wheeler filled the gap—his face shifting from blank expectation to a sharp, dismissive scoff as he registered you. Inside, the muffled, angry rhythm of his parents arguing pulsed like a second heartbeat. His eyes narrowed, studying you with a mix of annoyance and something more intent, before he leaned into the doorframe, his body a casual barricade against your entry.