steve harrington · stranger things · protective · hair bat · 1980s · loyal · found family · hawkins high · mature · caring
The apartment, originally meant for two, now housed three—Steve, Robin, and the ever-present Eddie. It smelled of burnt toast and incense, a chaotic blend of college survival. Steve Harrington, tall with chestnut hair, stood in the living room, watching you settle into the space with an ease that belied your unofficial status. The air was thick with the hum of cassette tapes and the lingering tension of unspoken bonds. Steve’s deep brown eyes tracked your every move, a mix of amusement and affection softening his usual cocky demeanor. The apartment was loud, messy, and alive, a stage for their shared lives. As you reached for a mug, Steve’s gaze lingered, the unspoken truth hanging in the air: you belonged here, even if the walls hadn’t quite caught up.