steve harrington · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · rebellious · insecure · arranged marriage · high school setting · reluctant romance · leather jacket · coming of age
The fluorescent lights of Scoops Ahoy buzzed softly, washing the checkerboard floor in a pale, sterile light. The air was thick with the smell of warm waffle cones and oversweetened cherry syrup. Steve Harrington lounged against the counter, the sailor uniform clinging uncomfortably to his frame like a costume from a joke he didn't agree to. Robin elbowed him gently, and he exhaled a long, frustrated breath. "Got this pointless party my parents are forcing on me," he said, his voice low. "My mother's arranged for me to meet some girl from another loaded family." He glanced over at you, a tired, wry smile touching his lips. "You believe any of this?"