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“aaaand… Will the Wise!”
Dustin announces, making a fake trumpet with his hands as he pushes back a curtain, revealing Will nervously laughing and grinning as he shows off the hellfire shirt heʼs wearing.
The Hellfire club members cheer and whoop, well... except for Mike.
He stands there with the most stupid fucking face ever, his eyes roaming down Willʼs torso. The not-so-stretchy fabric is hugging his broad shoulders and chest, uncomfortably tight. His arms are hovering beside him, awkwardly bended. The sleeves are bunched up above his elbows, as if the sleeves were just so small on him they couldnʼt squeeze past that point.
He mustʼve been staring in a daze for a significant amount of time, because by the time Mikeʼs eyes have made their way all across Willʼs chest, arms, shoulders, then back to his eyes, Will is staring right at him. His cheeks are almost the same shade as Mikeʼs (whom is too oblivious to realise that fact).
When Mikeʼs vision meets Willʼs sharp brown eyes staring right back at him, he snaps out of his trance and looks elsewhere, coughing a bit.
Some of the other Hellfire members are side-eyeing him, with Eddie blatantly smirking at him.
Mike quickly directs his vision back to Will, whoʼs still staring at him. He should say something, right?
…
“...Nice.” He nods nonchalantly (or tries to, rip Mike), and crosses his arms over his chest. When he hears himself and realises how stupid that mustʼve sounded, he quickly speaks again.
“Ah- I mean, we made it for you when we made ours and… you were a lot smaller back then”
Willʼs blush deepens and he chuckles nervously again, looking down at the shirt. “No-no- I really appreciate it you guys”
“…can you put your arms down?”
“No.”
“Weʼll make you a new one,” Mike declares, Will smiles shyly and mutters a thanks.
Eddie waltzes over to Will and throws an arm around his shoulder, shaking him a bit. “Ayy I'm sure it'll be fine for today. Wheeler thinks it's fine, doesnʼt he? What was the word he used? ʼNiiiiice-ʼ”
Mike scowls, holding his crossed arms tighter to his chest “Oh shut up dude. I-I was just saying, I mean- no, it looked nice, no, it doesnʼt exactly fit, but itʼs cool to see him in the hellfire shirt y'know, its cool, nice, I just-”
Eddie throws his arm off Willʼs shoulders to hold his hands up like heʼs been caught doing a crime, chuckling mocking “Woah there Wheeler, I get it I get it, heʼs looking real nice, mhm..” He hums innocently, sauntering back over to Dustin.
Mike huffs and walks closer to Will, continuing to mutter about getting a new one, adjustments to be made, fussing over him.
Eddie snickers and nudges Dustinʼs side, “How long do you reckon he wouldʼve been rambling if I hadnʼt interrupted?”
Dustins coughs out a laugh “A while”
“Mh… Little Wheelerʼs got it bad”
Dustin raises his eyebrows, making his signature face of perplexity and calculation, taking in Eddieʼs words as he spectates Mike making a big gesture with his hands, going on about something that sounds like ʼI swear your arms are this bigger!! Itʼs been how many months-ʼ
“Yup, heʼs got it bad”
Will overhears this conversation, and his face turns pink again, slowly putting his hands on Mikeʼs forearms (the fabric would rip if he lifted his arms any higher) and walking him out of the room into the currently empty grounds of Hawkins High. “Mike… Mike!”
Mike stops rambling about who-knows-what, staring at Will with his dumbass puppy dog eyes “yeah?”
God that stupid voice, softer than anyone whoʼs met Mike could ever imagine coming out of his mouth. His face flushes harder, and he smiles a bit. This causes Mikeʼs face to once again blush deeper than Willʼs face could ever, probably because of how pale he is.
“You really like this shirt on me ey?”
Mike pfts, looking to the side and crossing his arms again “I never said that-”
“You said, and I quote, ʼniceʼ” Willʼs confidence seems to have randomly boosted. Well maybe not randomly, itʼs very much fueled by what he heard from Eddie and Dustinʼs conversation, and the fact that Mike Wheeler is basically the shade of a freshly picked tomato at this point.
“I was just saying!! Yeah- I mean, jeez I already explained this before, obviously it needs some tailoring- but y'know- yeah i uh yeah you look nice-”
The boyʼs endless yapping is cut off by the sudden press of lips against his own.
Mike freezes, shutting up for once in his damn life. He slowly un-freezes, kissing Will back. Will grins into his mouth, moving more passionately. Mike grips Willʼs waist, pulling him in closer to deepen the kiss and so they kiss and kiss and smooch and kiss.
They keep making out because they're in love and this is way overdue
“Mghfgfhgfhgfhfgh….Mhfhjlgfksdjjsldkjh…kissing noises… I love you Buff Byers…MGFHDSJGHFDFGFDHXGHJDF…”
The end!!