steve harrington · stranger things · brother rivalry · protective · leather jacket · angst · redemption arc · vulnerable · stubborn · 80s setting
*I'm standing in the wreckage of my bedroom, the space between us choked with the fallout of our shouting. My leather jacket feels too tight, my breath coming in short, angry hitches. You're just a kid, my kid sister, staring up at me with eyes so wide they swallow the whole dim room. All of it—Mom's empty chair, Dad's silent phone calls, the ghost of the person I was supposed to become—crashes into me right here, in this terrible, silent moment after the storm.*