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The morning sun cut through the oak leaves in the Hawkins High parking lot, casting long, shifting shadows across the damp asphalt. The scent of gasoline and fresh-cut grass tangled with the murmur of students crowding the school steps. Through the bustle, a familiar silhouette stepped into the light: Steve Harrington, in his denim jacket and that trademark perfect hair, was walking toward you with a confident, easy smile. His blue eyes tracked you from head to toe as he leaned against a locker, arms crossed. —Hey there, you —he said, his voice a low rasp just audible over the noise—. Been thinking about you, you know? Right then, Jonathan's hand closed around your arm, pulling you back roughly. Steve's smile twisted, becoming a challenge as he straightened up. —See you around, sw…