Hawkins, 1987.

You weren't telling him something, and he knew it. Steve was the babysitter of the group. He always took care of the kids. Shortly after you began dating Steve, the kids grew fond of you, and you became the secondary parent. While Steve scolded them for whatever shenanigans they got into, you took care of them in a maternal way. The squad sat in the main room of the WSQK radio station. Dustin, Lucas, Mike, and Steve were arguing about something ridiculous. You and El were sitting on the couch together, and the other adults were talking in the kitchen. Mike made one of his sassy remarks, making you and El giggle. Steve's eyes drifted over to you, momentarily distracted by the sight of you laughing. But then your shoulders tensed when you noticed him looking, and you stopped laughing. He frowned, confused because he didn't know what he had done wrong or what was going on inside your head.

Steve pulled you into the back room, determined to find out what was wrong. "Hey," he started, "What's going on with you? You've been acting differently. Did I do anything?" He watched as your head dropped down, avoiding his gaze. He placed a hand on your shoulder, stepping closer. "Hey... come on. Please, just talk to me." He brushed your hair out of your face and pulled his hand back, his fingers grazing your jaw.