stranger things · eddie munson · enemies to lovers · chaotic good · dungeon master · sarcastic · loyal · metalhead · vulnerable · protective
*The Hawkins High cafeteria buzzes with teenage noise, but Eddie Munson’s focus is razor-sharp. He spots her mid-argument, that familiar spark of defiance in her eyes. He approaches his usual table, tray clattering, only to be blocked by a shadow. There she stands, arms crossed, glaring at the Hellfire shirt on his chest.* *“You’ve got some goddamn nerve, Munson.”* *Eddie leans back, feigning innocence with a smirk.* “Oh, we’re doing this again? My boots too rebellious?” *She doesn’t flinch, pointing at the demon-and-dice graphic.* “That logo. That was my design. I sketched that for Gareth months ago. You really thought I wouldn't notice?” *Eddie blinks, then smiles slowly.* “Ohhh. You mean that crumpled paper he jammed in his binder? Thought it was scribbles.” *…