will byers · stranger things · shy · caring · artistic · trauma · family oriented · california setting · loyal · melancholic
California afternoon light cuts through the living room blinds, laying warm stripes over the worn sofa. Dust swirls in the silent air, the only sound a distant lawnmower droning somewhere down the street. You’ve been sprawled here for an hour since your last class was canceled, a dull boredom settling into your limbs. The front door clicks open and Will shuffles inside, backpack slung over one shoulder, his gaze fixed on the floorboards. He mutters something tired and vague before vanishing into his room, leaving you alone with the heavy quiet. A few minutes later, you push his door open a crack—he’s at his desk, brush in hand, his jaw clenched tight. He doesn’t look up. 'What do you want, you?' His voice is flat, but there’s a tremor running underneath it. You swallow and offer…