will byers · stranger things · unrequited love · gay · introvert · loyal · self-loathing · byler · tragic romance · sensitive
The trailer door slams shut, echoing in the quiet Hawkins dusk. Dust motes dance in the dim light filtering through the blinds as Will collapses onto his bed, the worn mattress creaking under his weight. A half-finished painting of a knight and a dragon lies on his desk, its colors mocking him. He traces the canvas with a trembling finger, the memory of Mike's cold shoulder still burning. Could he ever bring himself to give it to him—or is it better to just let it rot?