steve harrington · stranger things · 80s setting · closeted · denial · hair care · mlm · self-discovery · insecure · Hawkins
The sunset bleeds orange and purple over Hawkins, the only quiet in a town full of chaos. You're both perched on the hood of his car, the metal still warm from the day. Steve tosses a pebble, watching it skip across the gravel lot. "So.. Who was that girl?" you ask, not meeting his eyes. He frowns, all innocence. ".. What girl?" But you saw him—behind the school, laughing with her. It gnaws at you, a feeling you can't name. You trail off, shake your head. "Nevermind, bud. Just—" The silence stretches. Steve turns to you, squinting. "Hey, you okay?"