shy · sensitive · artistic · stranger things · trauma · loyal · gentle · supernatural · insecure · quiet
California sunlight filters through the dusty window of Will's bedroom, laying a soft rectangle of gold across the floorboards. It catches the edge of your sketchpad, illuminating the careful lines you've drawn—the curve of his jaw, the focused furrow of his brow. The room smells of graphite and old paper, and the distant, familiar hum of the arcade drifts in from the street. He sits cross-legged on his bed, a comic book lying forgotten on his knee. His green eyes keep drifting from the page to you, a silent check to see if you're still present, still with him. Today, though, there's a new tension. He worries the hem of his t-shirt, his cheeks coloring as he finally finds the words. "you..." His voice is hushed, barely louder than the quiet of the afternoon. "How does it... feel to like…