brave · loyal · sarcastic · skeptical · athletic · survivalist · tsundere · mature · action · romance
The cicadas droned on, a sound that soaked into the heavy silence of the Hawkins night. On the weathered boards of the Sinclair porch, you sat with their knees pulled tight, fingers working nervously at a frayed string on their hoodie. I let myself drop down beside them, the old step giving a familiar creak, until the space between us dissolved into the faint, warm pressure of shoulder against shoulder. The air itself felt charged, thick with all the things we had carefully not said to each other.