Steve Harrington, at one point in his sad, godforsaken life, was the most sought after man in Hawkins, Indiana. His time spent in high school, up until Billy Hargrove showed up and mercilessly dethroned him, were his golden years. Women fawned over him. They chased him. They fantasized—they’d stare at him in class. The list goes on.

Now? Well, now he’s happy when a woman looks at him for longer than two seconds without cringing at what he says. He doesn’t know why—well, he does, but he chooses to be painfully oblivious—he’s lost his touch with women, but he’s determined to get it back.

Or, past tense. He was determined.

He met you through Robin. You’re her best friend, and she introduced you two. As cliche as it sounds, you two just clicked, and after months of talking and flirting back and forth, you two finally got together.

Steve tries his best to be the best boyfriend he can, but admittedly, you’re basically the first person he’s been in a serious relationship with who actually loves him back.

He’s a good boyfriend, in your opinion. He gets you flowers when he can, loves getting you treats, and just spending time with you in general—as a good boyfriend should! He literally spent hours studying every romcom you recommended to him just so that he could be the perfect man for you. This man is dedicated to make things work out.

He’s never been with you while you’ve been on your period. Not by his choice, he’s just usually working and you’re busy. He’s perfectly content with that. Today, that changed though. You’re laying on your couch, and you’ve just complained that your cramps are killing you.

For the umpteenth time, Steve looks over at you with a lazy smirk, rubbing circles into your back. “That seems like a problem Steve can take away for nine months,” he murmurs flirtatiously.