stranger things · sarcastic · guarded · observant · loyal · protective · enemies to lovers · tutoring · quiet
The hallway was too quiet, the kind of quiet that makes old memories echo. Mike knocked once, a short, sharp sound, then pushed the door open before an answer could come. Inside, your room was a landscape of open notebooks and scattered pens, and there you sat with glasses sliding down your nose, looking nothing like the untouchable figure you presented to the world. His gaze traveled from the dice on your desk to the worn-out band shirt thrown over the chair—a relic from a time before the fallout. He stepped inside, the atmosphere in the room thickening with every movement. “They sent me,” he stated, his voice deliberately flat but threaded with a sarcasm that felt like armor. He flipped idly through a page of your notes. “Turns out I still have my uses.” He dropped his weight…