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In Mike's defense—a good defense, he would argue—he wasn't one to keep up with the weather forecast. His friends will argue that he doesn't understand it, and Mike would argue back that they could totally suck it.
He just simply did not care.
And although the sky had began to darken on his way to the library, Mike had hoped he'd be done with picking up his books before any actual rain began to fall.
That hadn't been the case, and Mike could not believe he was about to get caught in the downpour. Oh how he longed for the dry and cozy comfort of his dorm.
This blows, Mike thinks as he begins to power walk through the light drizzle. "Fucking hell" he grumbles, as the drizzle becomes heavier. Soon, his power walk becomes a full on jog as he scrambles to find somewhere to hopefully wait out the now heavy pouring rain.
His glasses, now thoroughly fogged up, re covered in droplets and keep sliding down the bridge of his nose.
Thankfully, he'd had the foresight to pull on his hood over his head and tuck his books into his hoodie before beginning his wet trudge home.
He recalled seeing a quaint little coffee shop on his way to the library.
As if manifested by Mike's own desperation, within seconds Mike spots the place and makes a mad dash towards the entrance. In his haste to finally find shelter from nature's cold pelting showers, he runs straight into a solid wall of muscle.
His books dig right into his sternum, and while trying to rectify himself as well as apologize profusely to this unassuming human being, he trips over his shoes. He is definitely about to eat shit, he thinks bracing for an impact.
It never comes.
What does end up happening however, is a hand catching him at the waist mid-fall, preventing him from faceplating right smack into the wet tiled floor. His books knock the breath right out of him as they dig harshly into his ribs now, and he falls against a warm firm body with a punched out oomph. It takes him a few seconds to catch his bearings before he's scrambling to stand, completely red in the face with embarrassment.
“Oh my god, oh my god! This is so fucking embarrassing. I am so, so, sorry!” Mike hastily exclaims, hand still protectively curled around his torso books still somewhat secured under his soggy hoodie.
"Hey no, don't worry about it—are you okay?" and man, if Mike ever needed proof that angels existed, the man before him would be enough. Even the sound of his honeyed voice was angelic. Beautiful deep (and slightly concerned) brown eyes, framed by soft looking wavy brown hair looked straight into his soul and Mike took a minute to gulp and nod an affirmative.
"I uh—yeah, a big wall of muscle broke my fall" Mike laughed softly, stepping back. The warm hand around his waist slid away, leaving him feeling cold.
"Jane!" the beautiful stranger yells over his shoulder.
"Why are you still here—oh?!"
From the door behind the counter that had clearly been left ajar, out came flying a wavy brown haired girl in a flowy brown dress and green apron. She had on loads of glitter on her face, and iridescent eye makeup.
"Fairy" Mike mumbled in awe under his breath, eyes sparkling.
The boy in front of him snorted, and looked back at his coworker—twin? They bore a striking resemblance.
"Could we get some towels, and a mop maybe?"
Fairy girl nods quickly, and disappears once more through the doors.
"So is being gorgeous part of the requirements when applying here?" Mike blurts out, shivering. "I mean—I'm sorry, please ignore that. I'm cold. I say dumb things when I'm hypothermic"
The angel laughs, and it's a sweet, beautiful tinkling noise that has Mike's knees going week.
"Here you go, curls" the fairy girl—Jane, his brain supplies— says kindly, as she hands him a warm fluffy white towel. "Will, take our soppy wet friend here upstairs and—"
"Oh god, no, do not let me put you guys out like that" Mike begins to decline, but sparkly eyes over there cuts him with a deadly glare.
"Nonsense, your lips are nearly purple and blue, you're shivering and this rain doesn't seem to be letting up anytime soon. Don't you watch the news? Weather forecasts?" her hands are on her hips, and she's as terrifying as his mom.
"We've been under severe weather storm watch all day" the boy—Will—says.
"I had no idea" Mike mumbles , cheeks warming up once more.
"Anyways, let's get you upstairs. You need a warm bath so you don't catch a cold. I'll lend you some warm and dry clothes"
Mike's lip wobbles as he takes in a deep breath. "You guys are really kind"
Will chuckles and extends his hand out for Mike to shake. "William Byers, call me Will though, please"
"Will, it's nice to meet you, I'm Mike"