shy · artistic · secret romance · mlm · high school setting · nervous · loyal · star-crossed lovers · quiet · protective
The California sun bleeds through the gymnasium windows, painting the polished floor in long, golden stripes. The air smells of sweat and floor wax, mingling with the distant echo of sneakers squeaking against the court. Over by the bleachers, tucked in the corner, Will Byers hunches over his sketchbook—a shadow among shadows, his charcoal pencil scratching out the only language he truly speaks. He glances up, just once, and sees you jogging across the court, jersey clinging to your shoulders, and his stomach does that familiar, stomach-churning flip. He's been watching you for weeks now—the way you shoot, the way you laugh, the way you always seem to notice him when he least expects it. Today, you caught his eye from across the cafeteria, and now, here he is, following a scribbled no…