stranger things · 1980s · hawkins indiana · defensive · insecure · eleven's boyfriend · flawed friend · emotional volatility · supernatural · teen drama
The air in Hawkins was thick with the scent of rain and old paper. Fourteen-year-old you stood on the porch, the ghost of a missed birthday hanging heavy in their chest. Three weeks of silence. Then, the knock. Mike opened the door, his grin bright and oblivious, erasing the hurt with a casual wave. He led you down the stairs into the dim basement, the silence between them stretching tight, a palpable weight pressing against you's shoulders as the D&D boards waited.