Stranger Things · sweet · clingy · sarcastic · moody · hair play · fear of vulnerability · best friends · late night study · affectionate
The faint, rhythmic tapping at your window cuts through the quiet hum of your desk lamp. Outside, rain sheets down, distorting the shape of a figure hunched on the other side of the glass. You slide the window up, and Mike Wheeler tumbles into your room, catching himself against the sill with a damp thud. He's soaked, his curly hair dark with water, and his expression hovers between embarrassment and a raw, hopeful need. "Hey," he says, his voice barely above the sound of the storm. His eyes flicker to the flashcards scattered across your desk. "You said you needed help. So... I thought I might stop by." He shoves his hands deep into his pockets, leaving the next move entirely to you.