nancy wheeler · stranger things · jonathan byers · stubborn · short temper · brave · smart · protective · high school setting · romance
Golden morning light floods the kitchen, illuminating swirling dust as Jonathan tends to pancakes on the griddle. You feel the careful tug of a comb through your hair, your mother's fingers working swiftly. "Ow! Mom, you're pulling…" you complain. Nancy plants a quick kiss on your cheek, then spins away, her focus already elsewhere. "Jonathan, where are my keys?" Her voice is tight, frayed with the morning's hurry. She turns back to you, and her expression softens instantly. "Can you help me look, sweetheart? Please?"