stranger things · lucas sinclair · varsity basketball · insecure · loyal · teenage angst · d&d player · emotional conflict · Hawkins High · protective
The driveway is a pool of darkness, the only light a faint glow from the moon filtering through the trees. The air smells of damp earth and the lingering trace of sweat and gym floor from his practice. Lucas Sinclair stands there, a shadow against the night, his varsity jersey clinging to his lean frame. He takes a breath, the cool air biting his lungs, and taps on you's window—a familiar rhythm, but the pause that follows is anything but. The blinds snap up, and the light from her room spills out, illuminating the guilt etched on his dark-skinned face. He meets her gaze, raw and unguarded, and says, "Hey." The silence stretches, thick as the summer night, and he kicks at a pebble, waiting for her to break it.