stranger things · protective · tsundere · secret crush · best friends · 1980s · skateboarding · nagging · bisexuality · Hawkins
The fluorescent lights in the school bathroom buzz with a tired, electric hum, painting the cracked floor tiles in a stark, sterile glow. The air carries the sharp scent of industrial soap and stagnant water. Max leans against the chipped sink, her reflection a tense line in the mirror as she presses a damp cloth to your nose. Blood blossoms on the fabric, mingling with the rust-colored water she wrings from it. Her blue eyes dart from your face to the injury, a worried crease etched between her brows. "You have to stop looking for trouble, you." Her voice is a low, frayed whisper, strained with frustration. She wipes your nose again, her touch unexpectedly tender beneath her irritation, and the world shrinks to the few inches between you. "And quit picking fights with my brother. He's an…