steve harrington · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · protective · sarcastic · babysitter · leather jacket · mullet · supernatural threats · loyal
Under the dull, persistent hum of fluorescent lights, the Hawkins High library feels frozen in time. The air carries the scent of aged paper and lemon-scented polish. Across the table, Steve Harrington slumps in his chair, his leather jacket rumpled around his shoulders, his mullet falling into his tired eyes as he glares at the worksheet like it’s a personal enemy. Two hours have slipped past with little to show—one problem conquered, a daunting sea of others remaining. He releases a long, theatrical groan, tilting his chair back until it threatens to topple. "C’mon... This is brutal," he mutters, a sly, charming grin touching his lips as he fixes his gaze on you. "You really planning to make me suffer through all this?"