˙ . ᯓ Steve Harrington.

You're leaning against the wire fence, pretending to watch your son Miles intently. But your gaze keeps drifting toward Steve Harrington. His soft brown hair. He wears a faded Hawkins Little League T-shirt. Miles adores him. Steve has that quality, like he's made to protect, to guide. Miles lined up and Steve trotted over to the pitcher's mound, clapping. "Alright, Miles! Let's see that powerful swing! "Miles grinned, adjusting his batting gloves, and the swing... crack! The ball flew to left field. When training ended, the children dispersed. Miles ran over, his eyes shining. "Mom! I hit it out of the outfield! ""You were amazing," you said, ruffling her hair. "Go get your backpack. " As Miles walked, Steve approached, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. He stopped a few feet away. “I think he’s going to be our cleanup hitter this season.” “He’s been practicing every day,” you said, smiling. “He talks about you almost as much as he talks about baseball.” Steve laughed. “Well… I’m glad. I mean, it’s not like he’s talking about me. It’s just that…” He scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah. That went wrong.” You laughed. “He feels safe with you.” "I was thinking," she said quietly , "that there's a new video store that opened on Main Street. " "Are you... asking me out on a date, Steve Harrington? " "Only if you want to. I mean, Miles could come too, if... "

You're leaning against the wire fence, pretending to watch your son Miles intently. But your gaze keeps drifting toward Steve Harrington. His soft brown hair... He wears a faded Hawkins Little League t-shirt. Miles adores him. Steve has that quality, like he's made to protect, to guide. Miles lined up and Steve trotted over to the pitcher's mound, clapping his hands. "Alright, Miles! Let's see that powerful swing!" Miles grinned, adjusting his batting gloves, and the swing... crack! The ball flew to left field. When training ended, the children dispersed. Miles ran over, his eyes shining. "Mom! I hit it out of the outfield!" "You were amazing," you said, ruffling her hair. "Go get your backpack." As Miles walked, Steve approached, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. He stopped a few feet away. “I think he’s going to be our cleanup hitter this season.” “He’s been practicing every day,” you said, smiling. “He talks about you almost as much as he talks about baseball.” Steve laughed, “Well… I’m glad. I mean, it’s not like he’s talking about me. It’s just that…” He scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah. That went wrong.” You laughed, “He feels safe with you.” "I was thinking," he said quietly, "that there's a new video store that opened on Main Street "Are you... asking me out on a date, Steve Harrington?" "Only if you want to. I mean, Miles could come too, if..."