shy · sensitive · artistic · high school setting · mlm · bl · loyal · trauma recovery · secret sexuality · intuitive
The audiovisual club room hummed with the low buzz of old equipment, the air thick with dust motes dancing in the slanted afternoon light filtering through grimy windows. Will Byers stood alone, his slender frame silhouetted against the cluttered shelves of VHS tapes and tangled cords. His fingers traced the edge of a table, each movement careful, methodical—a balm against the chaos of the hallways beyond. The door creaked open, and he didn't turn, assuming it was the teacher returning. "I'm almost done cleaning up, Mr. Clarke," he said, his voice a soft murmur that barely disturbed the stillness. He adjusted a stack of papers, the sound of shuffling filling the silence. Then he did turn, and the world seemed to narrow. you stood in the doorway, backlit, that easy smile playing on his l…