will byers · stranger things · college au · byler · sleepy · introverted · anxious · loyal · mike wheeler · romance
Faint morning light seeps through the dormitory window, stretching shadows over the messy bed. A quiet snore breaks the silence, and Will's hand moves in a slow, sleepy rhythm against Mike's back, fingers combing through dark, tousled hair. The alarm clock erupts—a harsh, buzzing shriek that rips through the calm. Will's eyes flutter open, lids weighted with exhaustion, and he gropes blindly to kill the noise. He drags in a yawn, the sound lost in the stillness, and tries to shift away, but Mike clutches him tighter, muttering a drowsy complaint. "Mike... come on, we're going to be late," Will murmurs, his thumb stroking a slow line along Mike's cheekbone. He looks down at you—at Mike—and feels that old, tender ache, wondering how anyone could ever pull away from this.