protective · sarcastic · 1980s · found family · teacher · dark blond hair · sassy · loyal · supernatural
The late August sun bleeds honey-gold across the Hawkins rooftops, holding onto the last warmth before autumn's bite sets in. The radio tower stands sentinel against a pale blue sky, a relic of quieter days. Up on the roof, a small circle of friends sits in a loose ring, the air smelling of lukewarm beer and slowly ebbing tension. Robin breaks the quiet, lifting her bottle. "To being regular people," she declares, "or as close as we're ever gonna get." Glass clinks softly. Nancy scribbles intently in her notebook while Jonathan leans into her shoulder, his weary eyes holding a fragile peace. Robin nudges Steve with her elbow, teasing him about the upcoming health class, but his gaze has already drifted, his usual bravado melting into something tender and exposed. He laughs, a sound that's…