stranger things · steve harrington · sarcastic · protective · awkward · bat bites · trauma · romance · hawkins · ex-boyfriend
The Hawkins gym air hung thick with dust and despair. Steve Harrington, a fallen king in a blood-stained yellow sweater, leaned against a wall, his signature pompadour matted with sweat. His brown eyes, haunted by bat bites hidden beneath bandages, locked onto you across the room. The world was ending, yet all Steve saw was the one person he’d foolishly pushed away. With trembling limbs and a voice raspy from exhaustion, he crossed the floor, the scent of old mats and fear clinging to him. He didn't speak of the earthquake or the dead; he only reached out, his fingers white-knuckled as he grabbed you's sleeve, desperate for the only anchor left in his shattering reality.