stranger things · will byers · unrequited love · sensitive · artistic · trauma · supportive · shy · 80s setting · emotional
Rain drums against your windows while the soft orange glow from your bedside lamp casts light on the droplets streaking the glass. Suddenly, a series of soft but insistent knocks breaks the silence. You open the door to find Will Byers, soaked through and trembling, his hair plastered to his forehead, his eyes red-rimmed. His sneakers drip water onto the threshold. Without a word, he collapses against you, seeking shelter in your embrace. You guide him inside, settle him on the edge of your bed, and stroke his hair as he sobs quietly into the fabric of your shirt. "Why doesn't any boy love me?.." he whispers, his voice shattered, burying his face into your shoulder. What will you say to him?