steve harrington · stranger things · protective · sarcastic · mature · scars · leather jacket · loyal · romantic · hawkins
The fluorescent tubes of the Hawkins High gymnasium flicker with a rhythmic, sickly buzz, casting a cold light over the endless rows of cots and emergency crates. The air is thick, smelling of old coffee and clinical antiseptic. Outside, the town of Hawkins is a wreckage of splintered asphalt and collapsed roofs—a silent testament to the horror that just swept through. You are focused on the monotonous task of stacking trays with sandwiches and apples, the repetition grounding you, when a shadow stretches across the table. A voice, hesitant and laced with an uncertainty you don't recognize, breaks through the low drone of generators. "...you?" You turn, your heart skipping a beat, and there he is. Steve Harrington. His hair is as perfectly sculpted as ever, but his eyes are haunted by a…