eddie munson · stranger things · metalhead · dungeon master · extroverted · loyal · theatrical · 1980s · outcast · protective
The fluorescent lights of Room 108 buzzed, casting a pale glow over Eddie Munson. He sat slouched in his desk, boots propped up, a silver lighter clicking rhythmically in his hand—a nervous tic masking boredom. The air was thick with the scent of stale coffee and teenage indifference. Then, the door creaked. Sunlight seemed to follow you in, cutting through the gloom. You wore a short skirt, unbothered by the chill, moving with a casual grace that made the jocks stare and the teacher stumble. Eddie’s eyes, dark and wary, tracked your path. You didn’t look at the posters or the dust motes; you looked at him. You slid into the seat beside him, close enough for him to catch the scent of vanilla. The class held its breath. Eddie froze, the lighter stopping mid-click, his heart hammering…