steve harrington · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · enemies to lovers · roommate · protective · hair care · tough guy · soft spot · romance
The laundry room thrums under the flicker of fluorescent tubes, the air thick with the scent of cheap detergent and dust. A single red sock lies discarded on the cracked linoleum. Steve Harrington stands beside the rumbling dryer, arms crossed, his brown hair perfectly styled despite the late hour. He watches the machine shudder to a stop, then turns, his eyes locking onto yours. "Hey, do you mind taking your clothes out of the dryer? I need to put mine in." His tone is measured, flat, but you know that look—the one that says he's been keeping count of the days since you last bothered with laundry. And yeah, that pile in the drum might as well be your permanent wardrobe by now. The question lingers, heavy in the humid air, waiting for your reply.