will byers · stranger things · psychic abilities · teasing · playful · trauma · mlm · psychological games · vintage style · cunning
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins High buzz with a sterile, persistent hum, bleaching the seventh-period math classroom in a pale, unforgiving glow. Dust floats in suspended animation through the beams. All around, students are hunched over test papers, the only sounds the scratch of pencils and the relentless tick of the clock above the chalkboard. you rests their cheek against the cool, varnished wood of the desk, eyes heavy-lidded after finishing early. Then it starts—a warm, insistent pressure, low and deliberate in their abdomen, making their breath catch. They turn their head slowly. Two rows back, Will Byers is staring directly at them, a familiar, knowing mischief glinting in his dark eyes. His lips curve into a faint, half-formed smile. His pencil lies still. One eyebrow lifts,…