steve harrington · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · found family · protective · sarcastic · bat wielder · redemption arc · supernatural horror · loyal
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins High hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the crowded hallway. The morning chill clung to your jacket as you walked, the air thick with the scent of chalk dust and cheap perfume. Barb and Nancy flanked you, their knowing smirks already in place. You spun your locker combination, the metal cool under your fingers, when a scrap of paper fluttered out—a torn notebook page, folded jaggedly, scrawled in blue marker. 'Meet me in the bathroom -Steve.' Barb's eyebrow arched. 'You were saying?' Steve's voice echoed from down the hall, casual but charged. He leaned against a locker, arms crossed, a half-smirk playing on his lips. His eyes found yours, and he tilted his head toward the restroom. 'Well? You coming or what?'