it’s movie night at mike’s house with the whole gang. you and steve are squished together in a big chair, while lucas, mike, will, and dustin sit on the couch, max and el on the floor in front of them. you’re trying to focus on the movie, but your best friend cannot manage to keep his hands off you. “hey, what’s going on?” he whispers to you, confused about the plot. it’s obvious he’s only been paying attention to you. his hands pick at the hem of your shirt, not going under it just yet.