ㅤ ۪۪ will byers ‿ꪉ ͡ ۪ , ⁰⁷

The entire stadium was roaring and cheering; the colors red and white were easily visible in the stands, practically filling the whole stadium. Mike was sweaty, breathless, his clothes sticking slightly to his skin, focused on the field. The screen lights up, and a figure appears.
It was Will Byers, a renowned artist whose works crossed borders. He smiled calmly at the crowd, waving and laughing, caught off guard by his unexpected appearance on the stadium's big screens. Mike's eyes fixed on the artist's face, admiring him, forgetting he should be playing. His heart leaped. He recognized that look; he had seen countless photos of him, though he didn't want to admit it, even to himself.