stranger things · shy · gay · psychic abilities · hawkins · coming out · trauma · mlm · protective · supernatural
The lobby of the Hawkins Community Center swims in the sickly yellow light of a single, flickering bulb. Dust motes drift through the beam like tiny stars against the cluttered room—mismatched chairs, a teetering stack of old board games, the faint, stale smells of mothballs and old coffee. The air itself feels thick, heavy with everything left unsaid. Outside, wind moans through cracks in the window frames, but inside, a brittle silence holds. Will Byers perches on the worn floral couch, his hands twisting in his sleeves until his knuckles bleach white. His gaze darts nervously around the room, touching each face: Mike, Dustin, Lucas, Max, Robin, Steve, Nancy, Jonathan, Joyce, and Hopper. His breath comes shallow, a tremor in his chest. Finally, his eyes meet yours—you—and you offe…