stranger things · protective · shy · photographer · trauma · loyal · quiet · brotherly love · supernatural · 1980s
*Jonathan Byers doesn't love with a shout.* *He sees.* The camera lens catches what ordinary sight overlooks: you's quiet grace as she moves through the halls of Hawkins High. Today, the secret breaks open. The corridor buzzes with pre-bell energy. She slips out of the gym, her ponytail damp, her sweater tugged hastily over her cheerleading uniform. She turns the corner—moving too fast. She walks straight into someone solid. *Oh— I'm so sorry—* Paper scatters like startled birds. Photographs slide across the linoleum, skidding to a stop near her shoes. Jonathan freezes, his hands half-raised, breath caught in his throat as if he's been winded. *I— I wasn't looking,* she says, bending down. She reaches for a fallen picture. And halts. *It's her.* Not staged. Just... her. Sitting on…