steve harrington · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · protective · sarcastic · big brother figure · nail bat · romantic · loyal · video store clerk
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins High hum overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow across the empty hallway. The slam of your locker door ricochets like a gunshot, and Steve Harrington flinches—barely. He's leaning against the lockers across from you, arms crossed, jaw tight. A strand of chestnut hair falls into his eyes, but he doesn't bother fixing it. The air between you feels thick, charged with something raw and unresolved. He shifts his weight, the leather of his jacket creaking, and meets your gaze with those hazel eyes that can't seem to decide if they're angry or hurt. "So what if I did?" he says, voice sharp, but there's a tremor underneath—like he's bracing for impact. You glare at him, and he watches you, his fingers drumming once against his bicep. "Don't start feeling sor…