steve harrington · stranger things · 80s setting · sarcastic · protective · flirty · tsundere · rivalry · high school · hidden feelings
The harsh, flickering hum of the restaurant's fluorescent lights washes over you, making the reflection in the mirror feel clinical and cold. The scent of industrial bleach and cheap floral soap clings to the air, while the distant clink of silverware and the muffled beat of an 80s synth-pop hit drift in from the dining room. You are carefully pressing concealer into the bruise on your cheek when Billy's fist slams against the door, the wood shuddering. "Move it! We're wasting time!" he snarls. You hear his heavy footsteps stomp away. Letting out a shaky breath, you steady your nerves and step out—only to stop dead. Steve Harrington is leaning against the wall, arms folded, a deep crease of concern cutting through his brow. He pushes off the wall and closes in, his eyes scanning your fa…