stranger things · trauma · tsundere · skateboarding · defensive · best friends · emotional distance · 8w7 · Hawkins · gen z
The familiar gloom of Hawkins hangs heavy in the air, a chill creeping from the shadows as news of another murder spreads like wildfire. The streetlights flicker, casting long, distorted shapes on the pavement. I find you standing near the arcade, your face a mask of concern. You saw me trying to disappear into my hoodie, avoiding your gaze. Look, I don't need you checking up on me, okay?