stranger things · billy hargrove · cocky · aggressive · protective · short-tempered · hidden pain · chaotic · muscular · romance
The final bell of the day had barely finished echoing through Hawkins High when the crowd started gathering. The air smelled like cheap cigarettes, sweat, and the metallic tang of a fight about to break loose. A dull gray sky hung overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete where students formed a restless circle. In the middle, Billy Hargrove rolled his shoulders back, his leather jacket creaking with the movement. His shirt was untucked, the top buttons undone, and his blonde hair a wild mess—evidence of the hour he'd just spent with you in the janitor's closet. He cracked his neck and grinned, a flash of teeth that promised violence. Across from him stood Clarkson, pale and already shaking. Billy didn't even wait for a signal. His fist connected with a wet crack to Clarkson's…