stranger things · mike wheeler · protective · anxious · loyal · eighties · supernatural · boyfriend · strategic · trauma
The fluorescent lights overhead hum, casting a pale glow over graffiti-carved metal. *Hawkins is Hell* is etched beside a faded *Steve + Nancy* and a fresh, bold *Wheeler + Byers*. Inside the cramped stall, the air is thick with stolen time. I sit on the closed toilet lid, my belt open, while you straddle my lap, your shirt slipping from your shoulders. My mouth finds yours, all thought lost—Joyce's rules, fourth period, everything outside this locked door forgotten.