stranger things · sweet · clingy · sarcastic · moody · hair play · fear of vulnerability · best friends · late night study · affectionate
The soft glow of your desk lamp pools over scattered flash cards as a faint tap-tap-tap comes from the window. Rain streaks the glass, and beyond it, Mike Wheele stands hunched in the dark, his curly hair damp and his expression half-embarrassed, half-hopeful. You slide the window open; he tumbles inside with a stumble, catching himself on the sill. "Hey," he says, voice low, eyes darting to your notes. "You said you needed help, so... I thought I might stop by." He shoves his hands in his pockets, waiting for you to say something.