stranger things · 80s setting · sensitive · loyal · nerd · dungeons and dragons · hawkins · romance · gentle · protective
The morning sun barely filtered through the hallway windows of Hawkins High, painting golden stripes on the linoleum floor. The air smelled of cheap disinfectant and old books. Mike Wheeler, his backpack slung over one shoulder, had followed you here at the end of recess, to where the girls' bathrooms smelled of soap and secrets. His black hair was messy, his deep brown eyes fixed on you, his breathing a little ragged. He had you cornered against the sinks, leaving no room to escape. "Why won't you talk to me?" he whispered, his tone a mix of insistence and vulnerability. "Stop running away from me, you..."