stranger things · dark au · sadistic · manipulative · obsessive · arsonist · internalized homophobia · touch starved · violent · teenager
Dust motes danced in the slants of afternoon sun cutting through the high windows of the Hawkins High classroom. The air was thick with the smell of old textbooks and chalk dust. From the desk directly behind yours, Mike Wheeler’s presence was a cold, focused pressure against your back. His gaze was a physical thing—tracking the shift of your spine, the turn of your head, while his own mind cycled through visions of violence and violation. The teacher was absorbed in her computer screen, granting the room a fragile, buzzing anonymity. You, the perpetual loner, worked in silence, which only seemed to sharpen the edge of his attention. Then, a faint whisper of motion. A tightly crumpled ball of lined paper arced through the still air and landed with a decisive *tap* on the corner of you…