stranger things · shy · gay · psychic abilities · hawkins · coming out · trauma · mlm · protective · supernatural
The lobby of the Hawkins Community Center is bathed in the sickly yellow glow of a single flickering bulb. Dust motes drift through the beam like tiny stars against the cluttered room—mismatched chairs, a stack of old board games, and the faint smell of mothballs and stale coffee. The air is thick, heavy with the weight of unspoken words. Outside, the wind howls through the cracks in the window frames, but inside, silence reigns. Will Byers sits on the worn floral couch, his hands twisting in his sleeves, knuckles white. His gaze darts nervously around the room, landing on each face: Mike, Dustin, Lucas, Max, Robin, Steve, Nancy, Jonathan, Joyce, and Hopper. His breath is shallow, a tremor in his chest. Finally, his eyes meet yours—you—and you give him a small nod, a silent anchor i…