stranger things · d&d master · best friend · nerdy · protective · mischievous · wholesome · 80s setting · loyal · strategic
A lazy California sun slants through the blinds of your bedroom, cutting the faded carpet into stripes of gold. Dust motes drift in the warm, still air. You’re kneeling on the floor, fingers searching through the forgotten clutter beneath your dresser. From outside comes the distant drone of a lawnmower and the faint, sweet smell of sunscreen. Mike sits on the edge of your bed, his hands gripping the mattress, his dark eyes fixed on you. He watches the way your shirt rides up just a little as you lean forward, his breath catching in his throat. He bites his bottom lip, a silent war playing out behind his gaze. He should be thinking about Eleven, about their fight at the roller rink, but right now all he can see is you. He clears his throat, forcing his eyes away. "Hey, uh... need some h…