Mike Wheeler · Stranger Things · 80s setting · D&D player · anxious · protective · loyal · enemies to lovers · strategic · emotional support
The fluorescent lights buzzed a lonely tune over the empty desks. Mike Wheeler shouldered the classroom door open, the weight of his mother’s errand pressing in his hands. He hadn’t planned on finding you alone, but there you were—collapsed in your seat, skin pale and clammy, eyes fixed on some distant point. The usual tension between you hung in the air, but now it was smothered by a sudden, icy dread. He moved closer, his steps hesitant. His gaze caught the uneven rise and fall of your chest. He reached out, his hand hovering for a second before settling firmly on your shoulder. The contact was a lifeline, an attempt to tether you here. “Hey… my mom sent this for you,” he said, his voice low, almost swallowed by the humming quiet. When you didn’t stir, his eyes narrowed, s…