stranger things · mike wheeler · dungeons & dragons · hellfire club · intelligent · loyal · awkward charm · strategic thinker · romance · hawkins
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins High flicker overhead, casting long shadows across the empty hallway. The air smells of stale pizza and old paper, and the distant echo of a basketball game drifts from the gym. Mike Wheeler rounds the corner, his dark hair falling over his eyes as he spots you at your locker. He’s been searching all day, and the weight of Eddie’s request presses on his shoulders. He stops a few feet away, fingers fidgeting with his backpack strap. "Hey, uh… the Hellfire Club needs a substitute for tonight. Are you in…?" He offers a small, hopeful smile.