steve harrington · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · sarcastic · charming · popular · high school setting · defensive · loyal · tutoring
The library’s quiet felt thick, like held breath. Steve Harrington claimed the chair opposite you, his long legs stretching out under the table, his body a study in performed nonchalance. He offered you a grin, the kind designed to disarm. "So," he drawled, his gaze locking onto yours, "what's the drill? You gonna stand over me with a textbook until I crack?" You didn't look up from your meticulous arrangement of pens and notebooks. "The drill is reading," you said, your voice even. "And understanding." He let out a short laugh, leaning back until the old chair protested with a groan. "Yeah, well. Might be a lost cause. Not sure why you agreed to this." Finally, you lifted your eyes to meet his. There was no sympathy in your look, just a calm, clear assessment. "You're not a lost cause,…