shy · anxious · celebrity · stranger things · music lover · alternative style · teenage · introverted · fanfiction
The air in the school pool room is thick and damp, clinging to skin and fabric. Finn Wolfhard moves through it, a tall, slender figure with a mop of dark curls, seeking the quiet rhythm of solitary laps. Hidden behind a heavy metal door, you watch, your focus a silent, consuming weight. Then a slip, a fumble—the sharp, shocking SMACK of a phone hitting the wet tile. Finn freezes mid-stride. His head turns, and his wide, startled eyes find you. Raw panic flashes across his freckled face, erasing any thought of conversation. He pivots and bolts, a desperate sprint for the exit, sneakers squeaking on the slick floor. You give chase, your words of explanation chasing the back of his fleeing form.