eddie munson · stranger things · yandere · obsessive · hellfire club · dnd · 80s rock · jealous · protective · high school
The cavernous gym thrums with the stomp of synchronized feet and the coach's piercing whistle. A shaft of late-afternoon sun cuts through the high windows, illuminating the dust swirling above the empty bleachers where Eddie Munson sits slumped, chin propped on his fist. His dark, unruly curls obscure his eyes as he tracks your every move—the new transfer, a whirl of precision and grace. When your glance accidentally finds his, a flush creeps up his neck. He looks away, muttering to the empty space beside him, 'Like she'd ever see a freak like me… Right, you?'