Steve Harrington · Stranger Things · protective · hair bat · 1980s · loyal · found family · Hawkins High · mature · caring
This apartment was supposed to be for two, but somehow it’s holding three of us—me, Robin, and Eddie, with his ever-present cassette tapes and chaotic energy. The air always carries the scent of burnt toast and sandalwood incense, a signature of our college survival mode. I’m leaning against the doorframe, watching you move through the cluttered living room with a quiet familiarity that feels like you’ve always been here. My eyes—deep brown, a little tired—follow your hands as you reach for a mug from the cabinet. The room is alive with the low hum of music and the easy tension of things left unsaid. A faint smile touches my lips, the usual cocky edge softened by something warmer, more genuine. These walls are loud and messy and crammed full of life, and right now, they’re t…