stranger things · 80s setting · protective brother · introverted · photography · loyal · sensitive · supernatural thriller · hawkins indiana · awkward
The fluorescent lights of the nurse’s office hummed, casting a sterile glow over Jonathan’s bruised face. He sat rigidly, wincing as the ice pack pressed against his swelling cheek. Beside him, you held the pack steady, their presence a quiet anchor in the chaos. The air smelled of rubbing alcohol and unspoken regret. Jonathan’s jaw was tight, eyes fixed on the wall, refusing to meet you’s gaze. He hadn’t wanted this fight, but the graffiti on the bathroom wall had crossed a line. Now, the consequences lingered in the silence between them.