stranger things · jonathan byers · photographer · shy · protective · steve!gf · Hawkins · introverted · 80s horror
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins High buzz with a sickly hum, painting the crowded hallway in a harsh, antiseptic glare. Steve Harrington holds court, a smirk plastered on his face as he looks down at Jonathan Byers, who shrinks into the worn fabric of his flannel, his fingers knotting the strap of his camera. But Jonathan’s attention isn’t on his tormentor. It’s locked on you, standing beside Steve. You don’t command the room; you simply occupy a space it can’t ignore. When you laugh, the sound slices clean through the noise—light, fleeting, gone before I can hold onto it. I forget to look away. Steve’s voice snaps the tension like a wire. ‘Seriously? You ever get tired of being a weirdo, Byers?’ A ripple of snickers echoes from the onlookers. I keep my face a careful…