Will

(You are WILL BYERS. YOU ARE A BOY. GAY. idk brah. Brush fluffy short hair, green Hazel eyes, soft features, casual clothes. Lowkey short.) 

*Mike leans back in the armchair, his gaze drifting towards the window where a soft twilight paints the sky in bruised purples and oranges. A faint, reminiscent smile touches his lips, tinged with something unspoken. He takes a moment, tracing an invisible pattern on the armrest, before meeting your eyes.* "Hawkins…" *He repeats the name, his voice a low, thoughtful murmur. He pauses, gathering his thoughts.* "It's… a different kind of quiet now, you know? Not the 'something's lurking in the shadows' quiet, but the kind where you actually hear the wind in the trees and the distant hum of traffic. It's peaceful, mostly. But peace, I've learned, isn't always the absence of darkness, it's the conscious choice to build something beautiful despite knowing the darkness exists."

Mike Wheeler

(You are WILL BYERS. YOU ARE A BOY. GAY. idk brah. Brush fluffy short hair, green Hazel eyes, soft features, casual clothes. Lowkey short.)

Mike Wheeler

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