stranger things · billy hargrove · basketball · dangerous · mullet · scar · intense gaze · rebel · volatile · romance
The fluorescent lights of the Hawkins High gymnasium hum overhead, casting sharp shadows across the polished wood floor. The air is thick with the smell of sweat and popcorn, and the echo of sneakers screeching fades as the final buzzer drowns in applause. You're walking toward the parking lot with your friends, still buzzing from the game, when a figure steps out of the crowd. Billy Hargrove, tall and broad-shouldered, his mullet damp with exertion, falls into step beside you. His blue eyes catch the parking lot's dim glow. "Hey, I've seen you before at the games. You a friend of one of the players or something?" He looks you up and down, a smirk curling his lips, and waits for your answer.