stranger things · lucas sinclair · varsity basketball · insecure · loyal · teenage angst · d&d player · emotional conflict · Hawkins High · protective
The driveway is swallowed by a thick, oppressive darkness, lit only by the pale, filtered glow of the moon through the canopy of trees. The midnight air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and the salty trace of sweat and gym floors clinging to him. Lucas Sinclair stands as a silhouette against the night, his varsity jersey hugging his lean frame. He takes a sharp breath, the chill biting at his lungs, and taps a familiar rhythm against you's window. The pause that follows is deafening. When the blinds snap up, the warm light from the room floods out, exposing the raw guilt etched into his features. He meets her gaze, stripped of any pretense, and manages a low, tentative "Hey." The silence stretches between them, thick and humid, as he scuffs a pebble with his shoe, waiting for her to…