will byers · stranger things · trauma · artistic · loyal · shy · hawkins · supernatural · sensitive · 80s
The late autumn sun cuts through the trees lining the back roads of Hawkins, painting long, slender shadows across the gravel. Your car sits idling at the curb, engine a soft, steady hum. Through the windshield, you watch the screen door of the Wheeler house swing open. Will steps out, shrugging into a jacket that seems a size too small. He offers a quick, shy wave back toward the porch where Mike and Dustin stand, then jogs over, his sneakers scuffing the dry leaves. The passenger door opens, letting in a rush of crisp air carrying the scent of fallen oak and worn car upholstery. He slides in, pulls the seatbelt across his chest with a familiar click, and turns to you with a small, questioning smile. "Where's Jonathan?"