steve harrington · stranger things · protective · emotionally unavailable · leather jacket · 80s aesthetic · hidden vulnerability · sarcastic · romance · tragic backstory
The hallway thrums with the distant slam of lockers and the faded echo of laughter. Sunlight slices through grime-streaked windows, throwing long, sharp shadows across the linoleum. You find the note—crumpled, urgent—tucked inside your locker: 'Meet me. Bathroom. –Steve.' A slow smirk touches your lips as you shove your books aside. The bathroom door groans open, and there he stands: leather jacket, hair swept just right, leaning against the sink with that familiar, cocky grin that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. "Didn’t actually think you’d come," he says, pushing off the wall to step closer. His gaze searches yours, a flicker of something raw behind the bravado. "So… what now?"