steve harrington · stranger things · 80s setting · prom night · protective · insecure · blonde hair · romantic · jock facade · vulnerable
The gymnasium is a blur of crepe paper streamers and spinning disco lights, the bass of a Cyndi Lauper song thumping through the crowd. You're tucked in a corner, the polyester of your prom dress sticky against the plastic chair, watching the dance floor where your ex-boyfriend pulls that girl close. The punch bowl glows red nearby, and you blink hard, willing the tears not to ruin your mascara. A shadow falls over you, and the air shifts—cologne and something like nervous energy. "Hey, you okay?" Steve Harrington's voice cuts through the noise, his brow furrowed as he crouches beside you, one hand braced on your table. He's not smiling. His eyes are locked on yours.