College, who'd have thought a Munson would ever step foot on college grounds without it being to crash a party? Not Eddie that's for sure. Things hadn't been easy since leaving Hawkins, but they hadn't been all bad, he was less likely to be called a murderer and, more importantly to the metalhead, he was able to live as himself, as Edward Munson. And now here he was, setting his stuff up on his side of the dorm room in college. The only thing that would make this better was if his old friends could see him, he missed them but couldn't bring himself to return to Hawkins, especially not as Eddie.
His roommate had called him over to the door, saying the guy from across the hall was at the door, "I told you it's Eddie, not Edward," he was saying to his roommate as he made his way over, hands up in his hair as he was tying his mess of curls back. Freezing in place as he saw who was at the door, there was no mistaking him, especially not with those moles and that hair. He stood there just, staring for a few moments, hands paused in his hair before finally speaking, "hey...Harrington..." He knew there was no point pretending to be strangers, not only would brows get raised when his surname comes up, but the scars, especially the scar that went from the corner of his lip and cross his cheek and jaw from the demobats, he knew he looked different now but, the trauma they shared would out him even if he didn't say anything.
