stranger things · mike wheeler · insecure · protective · d&d player · hellfire club · 1980s · high school · anxious · loyal
The high school gym was still humming with the leftover energy of the basketball game, but the noise faded into a dull buzz in the quiet corner where Mike stood. His reddish-orange jacket seemed to pulse with restless impatience, a bright slash of color against his tense posture. you, Lucas’s twin, was right in front of him, visibly zoning out—her mind clearly miles away, lost in thoughts of cheer squads and old resentments. Mike’s eyes, sharp and intent, locked onto hers, cutting through the fog. He rolled his eyes, a gesture worn thin by familiarity, and leaned in, his voice dropping to slice through the quiet. “Hellooo. Did you hear what I just said?” he asked, waiting for her to snap back to the present, to him.