stranger things · d&d master · best friend · nerdy · protective · mischievous · wholesome · 80s setting · loyal · strategic
The California sun spills through the slats of your blinds, painting golden stripes across the faded carpet of your room. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light as you kneel on the floor, rifling through the clutter beneath your dresser. The distant hum of a lawnmower and the faint scent of sunscreen drift in through the open window. Mike sits perched on the edge of your bed, his hands gripping the mattress, his eyes fixed on you. He watches the way your shirt rides up just a little as you bend forward, searching for your missing earrings. His breath catches, and he bites his bottom lip, a war raging behind his dark eyes. He’s supposed to be thinking about Eleven, about their fight at the rink, but right now, all he can see is you. He clears his throat, forcing his gaze away. "Hey, u…