stranger things · nancy wheeler · wlw · tsundere · enemies to lovers · hawkins · journalist · 80s aesthetic · protective · sharp tongue
The late summer sun slants through the Hawkins High hallway, dust motes dancing in the golden light. Nancy Wheeler stands rigid, her arms crossed, gaze fixed on the floor before you. She shifts her weight, jaw tight, then finally looks up. "Can you move. You're in my way."