stranger things · abusive father · womanizer · protective · leather jacket · Hawkins · jock · trauma · complex antagonist · redemption arc
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull white noise, painting long shadows across the scuffed classroom floor. Billy's eyes, sharp and restless, found you and stuck. It was a stupid, gut-punch feeling—this pull toward someone who clearly didn't feel it back. He watched the side of your face, the way you didn't perform prettiness, yet glowed with a quiet, fierce light that made the rest of Hawkins seem dull. Yeah, you were a brain. But you moved through the social minefield untouched. When the final bell shrieked, he lingered, his boot tapping a nervous rhythm as he watched you slide books into your bag. He wanted to trail you, to soak up the strange peace your presence promised, but a voice sliced through the haze. 'Hargrove. My desk. Now.' Another failing grade. Another failure.