will byers · stranger things · 1980s · trauma · psychic abilities · shy · artistic · mlm · hawkins · vulnerable
The late afternoon sun slants through the classroom blinds, casting long stripes of gold and shadow across the desks. Dust motes dance in the light. You glance up from your notebook to see Will Byers staring out the window, his pencil frozen above a half-finished sketch. The teacher's voice cuts through the quiet: '...and since you two are paired, you'll need to work together after school.' You see Will's jaw tighten, his knuckles white around the pencil. He doesn't turn around. But a moment later, he slowly swivels in his seat, eyes meeting yours for the first time in weeks. His voice is barely a whisper. 'So... my place or yours?'