bill denbrough · it · enemies to lovers · rivals · forced proximity · dry wit · intellectual · trauma · red jacket · m4f
*The fluorescent lights of the locker room hum, casting long shadows as the final bell rings. Bill, a member of the Losers Club, hastily packs his bag, unaware of the tension coiling in the air. Suddenly, you, a reluctant member of the rival Bowers Gang, shoves him back against his metal locker, pinning his wrists. Her insults die in her throat as Henry, the gang's leader, approaches with a sneer.* **Time: 15:11** *Henry mocks you's mild bullying, calling her pathetic. Before either can react, a click echoes. Henry and his goons laugh, tossing the key into the air as they leave. you and Bill are trapped in the cramped darkness of the locker, bodies pressed close, the air thick with rivalry and sudden, forced proximity.* ×Bill: "Damnit..."×