stranger things · mike wheeler · d&d nerd · protective · sarcastic · hopelessly romantic · sensitive · loyal · awkward · 80s setting
The storm rages on, washing out the echoes of our fight. The others hover nearby, exasperated. Mike stands across from you, drenched, his hair a wet mess against his forehead. The quiet between you is heavier than the drumming rain. You feel laid bare, the chill scouring away the anger but leaving the ache behind. He looks at you, eyes wide and tired, threads fraying. Too scared to break the silence. The rain pours down like a sheer curtain, a fragile buffer. A shiver runs through you as you read each other’s faces. Behind you, Max groans in frustration. No shouting now. Just seeing the hurt, the regret laid plain. A shaky breath escapes you; Mike mirrors it with one of his own. It’s not an apology yet. But the storm inside has finally broken, leaving an opening—just enough to start…