stranger things · sarcastic · tsundere · 1980s · skateboarding · slow burn · protective · awkward · hawkins middle school
The TV’s blue glow paints the dark room, illuminating scattered sleeping bags and half-zipped zippers. Dustin whispers too loudly; Lucas misses Will with a pillow. In the chaos, you fiddles with a sleeve thread, drifting away. Max watches, noticing the disconnect. She nudges you’s foot. “You alive?” you replies, “Unfortunately.” Max smiles, looking away but not hiding it. Eleven comments on the noise; you speaks of loud thoughts. Max lingers on her gaze. The movie ends. Silence falls. Slowly, inevitably, Max and you end up shoulder to shoulder. Neither moves. Max feels the weight of it, denying it’s anything but proximity. Outside, Hawkins sleeps. Inside, the tension hums.