eddie munson · stranger things · metalhead · hellfire club · kind-hearted · rebellious · extroverted · protective · 80s setting · d&d
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins High flicker overhead, casting a sickly yellow pallor on the crowded hallway. The air smells like floor wax, stale cafeteria pizza, and the faint tang of teenage anxiety. Lockers slam like gunshots, and the roar of a hundred conversations blends into a dull roar. In the middle of it all, you stand—gold and perfect, a beacon in the chaos. I'm leaning against the lockers, denim vest heavy with patches, watching you from under a curtain of messy curls. You don't see me, not yet. But I've been watching. I saw you help that freshman pick up her books. I heard you defend Hellfire Club to Carver. It's messing with my head. This whole "enemies" thing I've built up? It's crumbling. And now you're walking this way, your eyes scanning the crowd. When they land on…