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Mike opens his eyes against the water droplets hanging off his eyelashes. Will hasn't stopped walking away from him, and he’s far enough now that Mike can no longer really see the details of his jacket. The rain feels like needles against his skin, and a frustration builds in his gut. Mike can't stand this anymore.
He breaks off into a run.
or Mike and Will finally confront each other about everything. It's raining, and things get messy.
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Will takes a moment, hands clenched into fists at his sides, to rest his head against the grain of the wood and close his eyes. Here, with the solid weight of the door to ground him, he evaluates the facts: the war is over, Vecna dead and gone for good this time. Max is awake, reunited with Lucas and El at last, who both rushed to return to their places at her bedside the moment they knew. The rest of his family is upstairs, the rest of his friends alongside them, alive and mostly well and rejoicing in the fact that a years-long nightmare has finally reached its conclusion. It’s a night for togetherness, for celebrating hard-earned victories, for finally looking ahead instead of back over their shoulders.
It’s also a night where Will almost killed Mike.
In the midst of their final stand against Vecna, a possessed Will nearly strangles Mike to death. In the basement bathroom of the Wheeler's house after their victory, Mike and Will confront the aftermath.
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Of course, that's when Will sees him. Hopper's got a thick arm wrapped around his shoulders, making him look small, despite the fact that he'd shot up three inches in their last summer together and now stood a whopping five feet and eleven inches tall. His limbs stick out at awkward angles and his trousers are slightly too short, nipping at his ankles and showing off mismatched socks. He looks away from Hopper, and—
Mike's eyes lock with Will's.
Mike Wheeler is somewhere in there, Will is certain. He's going to get his best friend back, and if he ends up with a little more than what he bargained for, well, who is he to complain?
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Mike doesn’t answer. He just smirks.
And then suddenly, Will is falling backward onto the bed. A quick movement, barely any warning. The next thing he knows, he’s sitting on Mike’s lap. His hands immediately grab onto Mike’s shoulders to steady himself.
“What the hell,” he breathes.
“Hi,” Mike says, grinning.
He leans in for a kiss, but Will presses a hand to his face, stopping him.
“We have only forty minutes left, Michael,” Will says, doing his best to keep his voice annoyed.
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At first, Mike was unsure how to approach him when he got like this. But they’ve been living together for months now, never further than five feet apart in their dorm beds, so Mike’s learned what works and what doesn’t.
It works when he wakes Will like this, with gentle hands and words, telling him he’s safe. It works when he climbs into Will’s warm bed, turning him on his side and curling up against his back, an arm over his waist and his cheek pressed against his shoulder. They lie together like that until Will’s hiccupping gasps soften into steady breaths, until Mike feels him go limp in his arms and he knows he’s fallen back asleep. It always works.
or: Will has nightmares and Mike is the only one who can console him. Not even Will's boyfriend can. Mike takes great pride in this fact.