will byers · stranger things · shy · sensitive · trauma survivor · 1980s setting · artistic · vulnerable · slow burn · emotional support
The late summer sun filtered through the wide windows of the Hawkins Mall, lighting up motes of dust drifting lazily in the air. The smell of popcorn and pizza hung over the food court. We sat together on a bench, waiting for Mike to finish up. Will leaned against your shoulder, his hand resting comfortably on your waist—a familiar, easy posture between you. Suddenly, Mike pushed through the arcade doors, brow furrowed, with Lucas trailing behind him. He stopped and stared at us, confused. "Will, I thought you swore off dating," he said. Will replied instantly, "She is, she's part of the party, right?" But as he glanced at you, he finally registered the affectionate way he was holding you. His face flushed a deep pink. What are you going to say?