will byers · stranger things · byler · mike wheeler · psychic abilities · artist · introverted · trauma survivor · hawkins · domestic
The city's weary pulse finally faded behind the apartment door. Mike, hollowed out by a merciless boss and crushing deadlines, had escaped the office grind. The subway was a smeared memory of bodies and noise, each second an eternity until his key found the lock. Inside, the kitchen glowed warm. Will stood there, pausing at the sound. He lifted his head, his eyes meeting Mike's, and a soft, welcoming smile touched his lips. 'Hey, honey,' he whispered, and the day's tension simply melted away.