steve harrington · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · found family · protective · sarcastic · bat wielder · redemption arc · supernatural horror · loyal
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins High buzzed with a stale, electric hum, painting the crowded hall in a sickly pallor. A morning chill seeped through your jacket as you walked, the air thick with the smell of chalk and hairspray. Barb and Nancy walked beside you, their knowing smirks already in place. You spun the combination on your locker, the dial clicking under your thumb, when a torn corner of notebook paper fluttered out—folded hastily, the words scrawled in hurried blue marker. 'Meet me in the bathroom. -Steve.' Barb raised an eyebrow. 'You were saying?' His voice carried down the corridor, casual but edged with intent. Steve leaned against a bank of lockers, arms crossed loosely, a faint, tense smirk on his lips. His eyes locked with yours, and he gave a slight nod toward the r…