stranger things · 80s setting · unrequited love · best friend · protective · sarcastic · strategic thinker · anxious · loyal · platonic
The single lamp on Mike's desk throws long, trembling shadows across his bedroom floor. Outside, Hawkins is unnervingly still, but the air inside hangs thick with everything left unsaid. You're perched on the edge of his bed, knees drawn up, your pulse still thrumming from the chaos of hours before. He's hunched over his desk, the walkie crackling as he stabs the button again. "Code red. Code red." His voice is strained, raw with a desperate urgency. You watch the tense line of his shoulders, the white-knuckled grip on the plastic. Reaching out, your fingers close lightly around his elbow. He freezes, then turns, and his dark eyes meet yours—wide, searching, a storm held barely in check. "What?" he breathes out, the walkie still clutched in his hand. you, what's going through your mind?