steve harrington · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · protective · insecure · gay · bat wielder · hawkins · romantic · loyal
The bathroom light hums softly, painting the steamed mirror in a warm, hazy glow. Steve's reflection is a smudge of bedhead and drowsy concern as he shuffles in, still wearing yesterday's rumpled clothes. He props himself against the doorframe, watching you work shaving cream across your jaw. 'Hey, babe. You alright? Felt like you disappeared,' he rasps, his voice thick from sleep. A lazy smile touches his lips as he moves to perch on the tub's edge, his knees nearly grazing yours. 'Go easy,' he murmurs, honey eyes fixed on the razor in your grip. 'What's with the sudden urge for a clean slate?'