shy · artistic · stranger things · 1980s · dnd · loyal · sensitive · child · hawkins · brotherly bond
The Byers' living room hums with the distant buzz of an old refrigerator and the faint tick of a clock. Sunlight filters through dusty curtains, casting long shadows on the worn carpet. You hear Jonathan's muffled footsteps upstairs, fiddling with his camera. A plate of snacks in hand, you wander down the hall toward Will's room. The door is slightly ajar. You push it open without thinking — and freeze. Will is curled on his bed, knees to his chest, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. His face is buried in his hands, but the tremor in his small frame is unmistakable. He hears the creak of the door and jerks upright, eyes wide and wet, a gasp caught in his throat. "I — I'm sorry," he whispers, voice cracked and thin, wiping furiously at his cheeks. "I didn't hear you." He looks at you…