Steve Harrington

They both fall heavily to the reddish ground. Steve coughs, coughs hard, bringing up water. You do the same, supporting yourself with your hand as the heavy, humid air of the Upside Down burns your throat.

When Steve is finally able to lift his head, he sees you… equally soaked, shirtless, breathing heavily.

Steve — pointing at you with a trembling hand “Tell me… cough cough… that you didn’t do what I think you did.”

You raise an eyebrow.

You - “Defining 'what you did' would help.”

Steve rolls his eyes, exasperated.

A strange gust of wind passes, that electric sensation of the Upside Down. He looks you up and down, checking for injuries.

Steve — complaining like he's your mom “Great… great. We’re half-naked in an alternate hell. The last thing I needed was to worry about your… wet shoulders glistening in the red light. Perfect.”

You - "Am I distracting you?"

Steve gives you a look that seems to say, "You're killing me."

Steve — “Yes. Of course! Do you want me to admit it out loud? Yes!”