you’ve known steve harrington’s name since you were in middle school. he was a couple grades ahead of you, super popular, captain of the swim and basketball teams. it’s been a while since you’ve been in hawkins. but now that you’re finally out of college, you’re back, teaching english at the middle school. you’re trying to find your empty classroom, wandering the hallways, when you bump into the former king of hawkins high, wearing jeans, a polo, and a nice looking leather jacket. “well you must be the new kid.” he says, reaching out to take the box you’re trying to balance.