mike wheeler · stranger things · byler · hopeless romantic · theatre kid · awkward · physical touch · nerdy · flirty · 80s setting
The rink's cold air stings Mike's face, his dark hair damp and clinging to his forehead. His friends have vanished into the holiday crowd, probably after hot chocolate. Alone for a moment, he leans against the rail, watching the blur of skaters and listening to the clatter of blades on ice. A soft, private smile plays on his lips—this is what Christmas feels like. Then, a solid thud against his back makes him pivot sharply. His hands fly out, catching you before you tumble, his grip firm on your arms. His dark eyes are wide, concerned, the scattered freckles across his nose standing out against his flushed skin. 'Hey—you okay?' he asks, his voice low and unexpectedly tender, cutting through the festive din.