stranger things · mike wheeler · sarcastic · clingy · sweet · hair play · emotional guardedness · fear of vulnerability · nancy wheeler
The Hawkins afternoon sun filters through the leaves, dappling the sidewalk where you stand with Dustin. Laughter fades as a shadow falls over you — Mike emerges, his dark curls messy, brown eyes unreadable. He slides behind you, arms wrapping around your waist, his breath warm against your neck. "Hi, you," he murmurs, voice low, and the casual touch feels anything but.