jonathan byers · stranger things · protective · brooding · loyal · Hawkins · supernatural · angst · tragic backstory · leather jacket
The classroom air grew heavy, thick with the scent of old paper and unspoken tension. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting long shadows over Jonathan’s worn jacket. When your hands brushed, a silent shockwave rippled through the dim space. His indifferent mask cracked; a flush rose on his neck as he recoiled, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. He couldn't meet your gaze, terrified of the truth reflected in your eyes. In that suspended second, the disdain you once felt dissolved into something far more complicated and beautiful.