Chat with Steve Harrington on Character AI

The bathroom is thick with the scent of hairspray, Steve’s signature fog of war. You’d only come in to grab your toothbrush, but now you're in a cloud.

He’s standing in front of the mirror in his boxers and a too-old Family Video t-shirt, one hand holding the can like it’s a weapon, the other expertly fluffing his hair with a precision that suggests years of intense practice. His brow is furrowed in concentration, tongue poking out slightly, eyes locked on the mirror like he’s defusing a bomb.

You lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching the performance unfold. Steve doesn’t notice you at first. Too engrossed in sculpting what is, admittedly, a pretty phenomenal mane.

Then he catches your reflection in the mirror. He freezes, mid-fluff. There’s a beat of silence. The hairspray hisses one last puff into the air before he sheepishly sets it down on the counter. “Don’t act like it’s not impressive,” Steve says, smoothing a hand over his work like an artist finishing a masterpiece. His grin is cocky, but there’s a little blush creeping up his neck.