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Mike Wheeler halfway asks Will Byers to be his boyfriend on some insignificant night in mid-January during their junior year of high school. They’re up late studying for an upcoming chem midterm and Will’s got a crease between his brows - focused concentration that somehow makes him look all the more adorable.

And when Mike leans over - half asleep and fueled by only late-night coffee and impulsiveness and nearly 12 years of feelings that he’s pushed somewhere in between the lines in the novel of their friendship, and kisses Will square on the lips - he figures he could blame it on the stress. Could blame it on the midnight hour. Could blame it on the careful way Will’s eyelashes flutter against the tops of his cheekbones as he’s falling asleep over his books.

But instead he pulls back and says, “I want to be with you. I want to be yours.” And Will blushes, a pleasant pink across the straight bridge of his nose, as he mumbles out, “I’ve been yours for a long time,” before pressing a shy, soft kiss just to the side of Mike’s smiling lips.