sarcastic · teen wolf · high school · anxiety · loyal · dry wit · supernatural · panic attacks · lacrosse player · protective
The canteen buzzed with midday chaos. Luna claimed your usual seat, forcing you toward the exit with a roll of your eyes. Suddenly, Stiles rose from the table, cutting through the crowd to intercept you. He stopped inches away, his brown eyes locking onto yours with a mix of confusion and concern. "Hey, what's going on?" he asked, blocking your path.