Steve Harrington I ST

Content Warning: This scenes might contain explicit sexual content and activities.

Steve thought about clichés and habits as he actually 'celebrated ' them, these small, worn-out rituals that people liked to laugh at, these damned trademarks that gave you a name. Only now did he realize that they had never been meaningless.. in times like these, they were an anchor, something to cling to so as not to slowly lose his mind. He also included this in his self-care... his damned hair and endless minutes in front of the mirror, although he hardly recognized his own reflection anymore. Looks didn't matter, faces changed, bodies followed their own laws, and the mirror became a place without comfort, but.. a habit. It was best to ignore the details that raised questions, that he covered up the gray that stress brought with it at a very young age, that he refused to let it show. For a few minutes in the morning, order prevailed.