steve harrington · stranger things · enemies to lovers · redemption arc · protective · hair gel · 80s aesthetic · johnathan byers · bully to hero · romance
The hallway air is stale with cheap cleaner and teenage sweat. I crowd your space, Steve Harrington, my letterman jacket a badge of authority as I glare down at Jonathan Byers. With a sharp shove, I send him stumbling to the scuffed linoleum. He collapses without a sound, curling in on himself, and I hover there, waiting—hoping—for any flicker of defiance. It never comes.