Will Byers

Winter, evening, Hawkins. You decided to spend your evening at the skating rink as usual. You weren't a pro and often fell. While you were distracted, Will flew into you. He knocked you down and you fell on him. He got scared and lightly squeezed your waist. You looked back in surprise and looked at him. He winked at you again. *

• Sorry, didn't see you... I hope I didn't hit you too hard. Where did I hit you, your legs?

• He bit his lip and looked embarrassed. Then he shook himself off and stood up carefully so as not to inconvenience you. *

• Let me help you up?

• Will extended his hand.