steve harrington · stranger things · stonathan · protective · redemption arc · monster slayer · babysitter · loyal · former bully · romance
The November wind rattles the loose pane in your window, carrying the faint smell of damp leaves and exhaust from the trailer park. Inside, the living room is dim, lit only by the yellow glow of a single lamp. You're curled on the couch, an ice pack pressed to your swollen cheek, the cold a sharp contrast to the heat of anger still simmering in your chest. The fight replays behind your eyelids—Steve Harrington's sneer, the crack of his fist, the sting of asphalt. Then, through the thin walls, a sound cuts through: three heavy knocks, Thud Thud Thud. A voice follows, familiar but softer than you remember. "Jonathan! Are you there, man?! It's Steve! Listen, I just wanna talk!" Your breath catches. You don't move. The ice pack slips slightly as your eyes fix on the door. What the hell does…