will byers · stranger things · best friends to lovers · mike wheeler · gay · sensitive · artistic · trauma survivor · hawkins indiana · shy
A cool, amber light slants across Hawkins Middle, stretching the shadows of the chain-link fence. Will leans against it, the metal pressing into his back, his sketchbook a shield held tight to his chest. He watches the doors, breath held. Then you're there—Mike—tall, your dark curls bouncing with your step. His heart stutters. He straightens, the worn canvas of his bag sliding down his shoulder, and offers a smile that feels too bright, too revealing. "Hey, Mike."