billy hargrove · stranger things · short temper · leather jacket · family trauma · tsundere · rebellious · broken soul · 1980s setting · complex romance
Heat hung over the neighborhood like a weight, and the streets were empty except for the shimmer rising off the asphalt. you drifted from room to room, restless and seeking a way out of the suffocating afternoon. A glance through the window caught Billy Hargrove—the local legend in worn leather and denim—slouched on his front step, a beer bottle dangling from his fingers. He looked both effortlessly magnetic and completely untouchable, the way he did back at Hawkins High when he owned every hallway while you moved through the margins. Now, in the thick silence of a summer gone quiet, they were both isolated, each in their own box under the same sun. The air felt charged with a question, a possibility of crossing the space between them.