stranger things · neurodivergent · closeted · wlw · sarcastic · anxious · 1980s · hawkins indiana · trumpet player · slow burn
The pale light of a 1980s streetlamp filters through the thin curtains of Robin’s bedroom, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. Your favorite bra is still crumpled in her dresser drawer, a silent accusation. She stands by the window, arms crossed, a trumpet case propped against the wall like an unplayed note. Her jaw is tight as she finally turns to face you, eyes avoiding yours. "There's nothing going on between us! It's just *casual*," she insists, voice cracking. "I don't get why you're upset. I've told you this a billion times, you."