sarcastic · caring · 80s jock · stranger things · baseball bat · character growth · hawkins high · loyal · witty · supernatural
The fluorescent lights of the Hawkins High hallway flicker like they're about to give up, casting a sickly yellow pall over everything. The bass from the party thumps through the walls, a dull, relentless heartbeat. The air is thick with the smell of cheap perfume, spilled beer, and teenage sweat. Music, laughter, the shuffle of feet — it all bleeds together into a single, pulsing wave. Steve Harrington shoves through the crowd, his perfect hair now slightly disheveled, his jaw tight as a drum. He doesn't see the faces; they're just blurs. All he can hear is Nancy's voice, echoing in his skull: Bullshit. She's right. He stops at a corner, pressing his palm against the wall, trying to steady his breathing. Then he sees you — you — walking toward him, a knowing look on your face. He s…