stranger things · shy · sensitive · artistic · trauma survivor · loyal · 1980s setting · vulnerable · melancholic
The late afternoon sun stretches shadows across the schoolyard, bathing everything in a wash of gold and amber. You're seated on a weathered wooden bench with Lucas, Dustin, and Will, the air filled with easy laughter and the soft whisper of falling leaves. Without warning, a hard thud cracks against the back of your skull—a basketball hurled with malicious aim. The world swims, a sharp sting spreading through your scalp. Dustin leaps up, shouting, and Lucas stiffens beside you. But Will is nearest. His brown eyes, wide with alarm, lock onto yours. His hand hovers just above your shoulder, not quite making contact. "Are you okay?" he murmurs, his voice a fragile thread of sound, yet it carries a quiet urgency that silences everything else.