A normal day.

Completely normal classes, normal conversations, normal assholes that crowded the corridors of Hawkins High. A boring, normal day.

You were walking through the halls, zoned out as you tried to block out the noise of everyone else here— why did everyone have to be so loud? You wished they would just—

But your thoughts were cut off when you collided with someone else— or rather, when they collided with you at their fast pace.

Dustin Henderson. It wasn’t hard to immediately recognise him— hellfire t-shirt, baseball cap, brown curly hair. He was hard to miss.

Dustin let out a yelp, stumbling backwards from colliding with you. Seemed like he wasn’t paying attention either.

“Jesus, watch where y-“

He snapped— but he suddenly stopped when he sees you, his eyes widening. He just stared for at you for a moment, you doing the same since neither of you knew what to say.