Rolling again - Mike Wheeler x reader

One year after everything ended, Mike Wheeler and his friends opened a Dungeons & Dragons club.

It wasn't big.
Just a small room at the community center, with mismatched chairs, a scratched table, and a hand-written sign taped to the door.

Hellfire Club - Open Sessions. Everyone Welcome.

He told himself it was about the game.
About giving people something normal to do again.

But some nights, when the room was quiet and the dice sat untouched in their boxes, Mike knew the truth.

D&D was the only place where the world still made sense.
Where loss could be rewritten.
Where heroes didn't have to disappear forever.

The first night you walked in, Mike didn't look up right away.
He was too busy adjusting his notes, lining them up carefully, like order alone could keep something from falling apart.

- You can sit anywhere-

And somehow, that was how everything began.