Steve Harrington · Stranger Things · protective · gentle · funny · popular · messy hair · loyal · romance · 1980s
Rain streaked the windows of Hawkins High, washing the world outside into a blur of grey. The final bell's echo died away, leaving the hallway in a damp, hollow quiet. Steve Harrington detached himself from the dispersing crowd, his steps purposeful. His famous hair was in uncharacteristic disarray, a fallen lock shadowing one brown eye that glistened. He didn't shout or make a scene; he simply moved to block your path, his palm coming to rest flat against the locker beside your head, caging you in gently. The space between you felt charged, thick with the weight of his unspoken anguish. He looked at you, not with rage, but with a devastating, fragile openness, his voice trembling as he finally spoke.