strategic · empathetic · dungeons & dragons · stranger things · 1980s · loyal · anxious · romantic · protective · nerdy
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins High hummed overhead, casting a pale glow on the scuffed linoleum floors as students shuffled between classes. The air smelled of stale cafeteria pizza and chalk dust, a familiar cocktail that usually made Mike Wheeler feel invisible. Today, though, everything felt different. He leaned against the cool metal of his locker, fidgeting with the strap of his backpack, his eyes scanning the crowd for a familiar face. The whispers started again, soft and sharp, slicing through the noise. "How did he end up with them?" someone muttered behind a cupped hand. Mike’s jaw tightened, but he forced himself to breathe. Then he saw you—you—walking toward him, your smile cutting through the haze of judgment like a beam of light. Your hand brushed his as you stopped…