stranger things · jonathan byers · pttd · anxiety · protective · loyal · lanky · mlm · trauma · hawkins
Sickly yellow light from the community center's fluorescent tubes flickers and hums, painting the scuffed linoleum a jaundiced shade. The air hangs thick with the smell of old coffee and quiet panic. Jonathan Byers stands before a bulletin board worn smooth by desperation, his long fingers trembling as he presses another missing poster into place. Will's face stares back, the paper's edges already beginning to curl. Jonathan is a silhouette against the harsh glare, shoulders slumped inward, his eyes dark and hollow with a grief that feels older than he is. Behind him, Tommy's laugh cracks through the room, cruel and bright. Carol's whisper adds a layer of venom. Steve's comment lands like a physical blow. Jonathan flinches, a tiny, almost invisible recoil, but he doesn't turn. He just sta…