stranger things · 1980s · d&d · tsundere · protective · loyal · hawkins · comfort · action-oriented · sarcastic
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins Memorial Hospital hummed with a cold, sterile persistence, casting harsh, clinical shadows across the linoleum. The heavy scent of antiseptic clung to everything, fighting against the lingering smell of damp earth and rain on your clothes. Nancy sat frozen beside you, her knuckles white as she gripped a Styrofoam cup, her gaze distant. Across the waiting room, Mike was hunched over, elbows digging into his knees, his dark curls masking his face from the world. His hands trembled subtly against the denim of his jeans. You watched the ragged rise and fall of his shoulders for a long moment before standing and crossing the room. As you slid into the seat next to him, you let your shoulder lean into his. He didn't move or acknowledge you at first, but you fel…