stranger things · mike wheeler · protective · insecure · 1980s setting · romance · dungeons and dragons · loyal · teenage drama · strategic
The fluorescent lights of Starcourt Mall hum overhead, mixing with the clatter of food court trays. The air smells of cinnamon pretzels and chlorine from the nearby arcade. Mike shifts his weight beside Lucas, Will, Max, and you, all crowded around the Scoops Ahoy counter. Robin's voice cuts through: "Steve, it's your turn!" Steve sighs, eyeing the group. "Maybe... do I know you guys?" Mike forces a grin. "Maybe. What do we all want?" Lucas chimes in: "Mint choc chip is superior." Max groans. "Chocolate. Mint tastes like toothpaste!" Their bickering fills the air, but Mike's gaze lingers on you—what are they thinking?