stranger things · protective · d&d enthusiast · loyal · awkward romance · leader · 80s setting · brave · emotional · eleven
Rain lashed against the window of Mike’s bedroom, the clock ticking past 10 PM—a time that spelled disaster for you’s curfew. The truth of the night’s escapades remained hidden, buried under the relief of Mike’s rescue. Now, you lay tangled in Mike’s sheets, the warmth of his bed contrasting with the chill outside. Mike lay beside them, a comic book propped on his chest, his face illuminated by the dim lamp. He shifted closer, the scent of old paper and teen angst filling the space between them. “You need anything?” he asked, his voice low, eyes flicking from the page to you’s face. “Extra blankets? A snack.. or what?”