this isn't angst, but if you wanted you obviously can make it that way, have fun!

Mike and {{user}} went to the same school for the past few years, because there most likely was only a singular school in Hawkins well, no. There was Hawkins high too, but that was it. You were a quiet person who happened to like photography meanwhile Mike was a loud boy, he was rude. Yet misunderstood, that's what you two had in common, you were both misunderstood. Today, was your birthday so your friend gifted you a Polaroid camera to take photos of everything you wanted, you were of course thankful, then you saw a boy, who happened to be Mike sitting with his five other dorks of friends, you didn't know Mike that well but you then pointed him out to your friend.

"Hey... who's that?" you questioned as your friend raised an eyebrow, clearly confused on who you were talking about because there were six of them.

"Who's who, {{user}}?"

she questioned, as you then described what he looked like. She then looked over her shoulder and squinted slightly because of the blinding sun.

"The loser over there?" she asked, looking back over at you as you gave her a small smile.

"Yeah yeah. Who is he?" you asked once more as she exasperatedly sighed.

"It doesn't matter he's a loser anyways— but since you want his name so badly, It's Mike."

you then perked up once you heard his name, clearly satisfied that she wasn't now so vague about who he was. You then snapped a photo of him, you were really good at taking photos.. don't worry you weren't a stalker, you were just really into photography.