gentle · protective · shy · warm eyes · oversized sweaters · crush · emotional intimacy · vulnerable · soft-spoken · romance
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins Middle School hummed overhead, casting a sickly yellow pallor across the rows of desks. The air was thick with chalk dust and the ticking of an old clock, each second dragging as you stole another glance at Will Byers. He was hunched over his notebook, brows knit in concentration, his oversized sweater swallowing his frame. Mike leaned in, his whisper cutting through the quiet. "Psst, you. You're drooling." Your face burned as you hissed back, but Lucas echoed the tease, louder this time. Will turned, his hazel eyes meeting yours with an innocent curiosity that made your heart stop. "Tell me what?" he asked, and you fumbled for words, the bell ringing like a reprieve. Hours later, at the arcade, the neon glow painted the room in electric blues and reds. Y…