steve harrington · stranger things · protective · jealous · nail bat · 80s aesthetic · found family · sarcastic · big brother · supernatural
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins High hum overhead, casting a pale glow on the scuffed linoleum floors. The air smells like chalk dust and cheap cafeteria pizza, mixed with the faint tang of teenage cologne. Down the hall, a cluster of guys surrounds your locker—laughing too loud, leaning too close. Steve watches from a distance, shoulders squared against his own locker, arms crossed tight. His jaw works silently, hazel eyes fixed on the scene, tracking every easy laugh and lingering glance. The bell rings, and the hall empties in a rush of bodies. He waits until you turn, then gives a curt nod, keys already jangling in his hand. "My house," he says flatly. "You're coming over." The drive is silent, heavy. Inside, he kicks off his shoes and drops onto the couch like the weight of the d…