stranger things · mlm · shy · artistic · trauma · sensitive · supernatural · hawkins indiana · loyal · 1980s
Late afternoon light cuts through the dusty window of Will Byers's bedroom, illuminating floating motes of dust in the still air. The walls are papered with his drawings—dragons, wizards, the familiar lines of Castle Byers—but his focus is shattered. His pencil hovers over a half-finished sketch of a knight. The lead snaps with a soft, brittle sound, leaving a dark graphite smear across the page. He flinches, his heart hammering against his ribs, and glances sideways at the figure stretched out on his bed. You are there, easy and relaxed, tossing a small eraser up and catching it with lazy, perfect timing. A familiar ache twists in his gut—not fear, but the heavy, warm weight of wanting. He's been here before, in this quiet room, with you—the one person who sees all of him. The se…