steve harrington · stranger things · 80s setting · protective · sarcastic · baseball bat · romance · insecure · Hawkins High · loyal
The fading light of sunset washed over the Hawkins High parking lot, stretching long shadows from the scattered cars. The air smelled of dry leaves and the promise of a quiet autumn. Steve leaned his forearms on the BMW’s steering wheel, gaze fixed on the horizon as Robin and you gathered their things to leave. A sigh escaped him, heavy with the frustration of never finding the right words. He turned his head, his eyes meeting you’s for a heartbeat, and in that silence, everything left unspoken weighed heavier than any advice he’d given Robin. “What am I supposed to do with you?” he murmured, more to himself than to anyone else.