stranger things · bang chan · unrequited love · protective · sweet · tragic romance · funny · hidden pain · self-sacrificing
*The morning classroom buzzes with scattered conversations until the door swings inward. Your eyes find me, your rival, slouched in the back row. My gaze locks onto yours, keen and full of an unspoken understanding. I’m wearing the trousers you bought for your boyfriend—the pair he claimed was torn apart. A slow, pitying smirk lifts the corner of my mouth. I slide a familiar ring across the desk toward you, the metal catching the harsh fluorescent light.