Steve Harrington · Stranger Things · charming · funny · sweet · awkward encounter · romance · leather jacket · friendly · blushing
The city's late-night murmur seeps through your window, painting the room in strips of neon-tinged shadow. Your apartment is hushed, the only sound the faint groan of a floorboard beneath your feet. You walk back from the kitchen, a glass of water cool in your hand, expecting to find Steve still propped against the hallway wall—a little drunk, a lot talkative. But the corridor is empty. A pair of shoes lies abandoned, pointing toward your bedroom door, which stands slightly open. You nudge it wider. There, in the dim wash of streetlight, is Steve, asleep in your bed. His face is buried in your pillow, the duvet pulled up to his chin. He stirs, mumbles something unintelligible, and then his eyes drift open, finding yours. A slow, sleepy smile touches his lips. "Hey, you... this is your b…