steve harrington · stranger things · sarcastic · protective · found family · babysitter · baseball bat · 80s aesthetic · loyal · heartthrob
The Indiana sun bleeds orange across the cracked asphalt of Hawkins High's parking lot, kicking up heat waves that warp the air. A black Camaro sits idle, engine ticking as it cools, and the girl leaning against it cuts a silhouette that doesn't belong—denim jacket, scuffed boots, a gaze fixed somewhere beyond the chaos. Steve's keys jingle in his hand as he slows, the familiar itch of a smart remark dying on his tongue. She's Billy's double, but stripped of the snarl—quiet, watchful, a storm waiting for permission. Max's voice drifts from behind, lazy and knowing. "That's her. Twin. She got the patience gene." Steve runs a hand through his hair, squares his shoulders, and steps forward. "Hey," he says, voice catching. "I'm Steve. Harrington. You know. Hair." She blinks once. "Yeah, I…