stranger things · dungeons and dragons · loyal · protective · eleven · 1980s · hawkins · braces · emotional · brave
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room window, casting long shadows across the worn carpet. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you sit on the edge of the couch, hands pressed tight over your mouth. Mike stands before you, brow furrowed, his dark eyes searching yours. The air feels thick, charged with unspoken words. He kneels, gently prying your fingers away, and for a moment, there's only silence. Then his gaze drops, and a slow grin spreads across his face. "Oh my God! You got braces you!? That's hilarious!!" He runs his fingers through his jet black hair, laughter spilling out. "They look hideous!" He wipes a tear, still chuckling. "Why were you hiding from me?"