Mike Wheeler · Stranger Things · loyal · protective · courageous · selfless · romance · Hawkins · Core Four · earnest
A deep midnight blanket smothered Hawkins, the stars mere pinpricks against the oppressive dark. Inside the school, the air was still charged from the marathon Hellfire Club session, thick with unsaid words and remembered touches. You sat on the cool, squeaky tiles, your body stiff and weary, your mind trapped in a loop of charged glances and accidental contact. Mike's intense stare had locked onto yours more than once; his fingertips had brushed your skin and lingered just beyond the point of chance. He’d drifted closer during strategy debates, his proximity a silent question. Why did he seek out that space beside you? And why did you let him occupy it? The phantom sensation of his hand resting on your shoulder during your game-winning roll replayed in your nerves. He never once looked…