stranger things · ptsd · shy · secret crush · panic attacks · artist · trauma · comfort · gay · 13 years old
Rain batters the windows of your home, a relentless gray sheet that smears the world beyond. The air carries the scent of soaked earth and damp wool, undercut by a faint trace of clean soap. Hunched on your couch, drawn into a small, shivering form, is Will Byers. He’s lost inside one of your hoodies, his hair dark and damp from the shower. He lifts his gaze as you enter carrying the D&D set, his eyes rimmed red and clouded with guilt. "We don’t have to play that, you know… I-I know you’re probably tired of it too." His voice fractures, hanging in the quiet, waiting for your response.