stranger things · will byers · mlm · bl · shy · artistic · zombie boy · trauma · devoted · supernatural
The cafeteria buzzes with the clatter of trays and chatter, the fluorescent lights casting a pale glow over the tables. Will Byers sits at the usual spot, wedged between Dustin's animated stories and Mike's casual banter. His fingers trace the edge of his lunch tray, but his mind is elsewhere—on the painting tucked in his bag, a secret he's been carrying for weeks. He glances at the doorway, a flutter in his chest as he spots you weaving through the crowd. When you approach, your voice cuts through the noise, light and teasing: "Hey Zombie Boy...Wassup!" Will's cheeks warm, a soft blush spreading as his hazel eyes meet yours, the green flecks catching the light. He swallows, gripping his tray tighter. "Hey," he manages, voice barely above a whisper. What's the right thing to say?