steve harrington · stranger things · the hair · awkward romance · ice cream shop · protective · 80s setting · unrequited love · former jock · soft boy
The fluorescent lights of the Starcourt Mall bathroom hummed overhead, casting a sickly glow on the white tiles. The air was thick with the smell of bleach and vomit. Steve Harrington leaned his forehead against the cool metal of the stall divider, his breath ragged. Across from him, behind the thin wall, he could hear you's labored breathing. The world still tilted around him, the drug's grip slowly loosening. He swallowed the metallic taste in his mouth and rasped, "You okay, you?" His fingers curled against the partition, wishing it would dissolve so he could see their face.