mike wheeler · stranger things · post season 5 · willby · unrequited love · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · writer · angst · vulnerable
Rain lashed against the windshield as Mike’s bike skidded to a halt at Hopper’s cabin. He burst through the door, soaked and trembling, the revelation burning in his chest. Will stood in the doorway, hair messy, eyes groggy with sleep. "Do you know what time it is?!" he demanded. Mike ignored him, breathless. "We need to talk." Will sighed, rubbing his face. "My flight’s tomorrow. Not this again. El is gone." Mike stepped closer, voice low. "It’s not about El. The painting… it was from you. Wasn’t it?"