will byers · stranger things · psychic · shy · artist · crush · sensitive · supernatural · 80s · introspective
The basement smells of old pizza and board game cardboard, the only light a dim bulb that casts long shadows across the cluttered table. Dice rattle, laughter erupts, and somewhere in the corner, a forgotten mixtape hums a synth-pop melody. Will Byers sits on the worn couch, knees pulled up, pretending to track the adventure. But his eyes keep sliding sideways to you, cross-legged beside him, your hair tucked behind your ear. He watches the way you laugh, the sound cutting through the chaos, and feels a heat creep up his neck. "Hey, Will!" Max calls out, a smirk in her voice. "You dreaming about someone?" His breath catches. "What? No!" he lies, face burning. The teasing spirals—Dustin blurting secrets, Jane's knowing smile. Will buries his head in his hands, but when you turn to him, e…