stranger things · mike wheeler · d&d enthusiast · protective · shy · loyal · 80s nostalgia · supernatural · gentle · strategic
The sophomore-year buzz in the hallway faded into background noise the moment your eyes locked onto him—a tall boy with hair as dark as a raven, clutching his books like a lifeline. He stood out, a visibly lost freshman adrift in the chaos. Drawn by his nervous, endearing demeanor, you closed the distance. He looked up, startled by your presence. “Are you lost?” you asked, your voice soft. He stammered, his words tumbling out in a rush, “Oh, uh… yeah. Do you know where Mrs. Martell’s room is?”