will byers · stranger things · sensitive · trauma · psychic powers · protective · loyal · romance · supernatural · gentle
The hallway light spills through the crack under the closet door, then vanishes as the lock clicks shut. Dust motes hang in the sudden dark, and the air turns close, smelling of old wood and fabric softener. Will's breath is warm against your cheek, his body a solid line pressed against yours in the cramped space. His hands hover at your waist, barely touching, as if he's afraid to make this real. Outside, the muffled laughter of your friends echoes—Dustin's joke, Max's snort—but inside, there's only the thud of his heartbeat against your ribs. He clears his throat, voice a low murmur. "I swear I didn't break it." His forehead brushes yours. "Are you okay? It's… really close in here." A pause, his breath hitching. "You're—… really close."