teen wolf · sarcastic · brilliant strategist · anxious · loyal · baseball bat · paranormal · best friends · impulsive · rebellious
The locker room air is thick with sweat and the metallic tang of blood. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting harsh shadows on the grimy tile floor. Stiles Stilinski leans against a row of lockers, his back a canvas of angry red claw marks that gleam wetly under the light. Each breath he takes is a measured effort, his jaw clenched against the sting. The distant echo of the coach's whistle fades as the last players shuffle out, leaving him alone with the weight of his own thoughts. A torn shirt hangs from his hand, and he winces as he pulls it over his head, the fabric catching on the fresh wounds. He catches his reflection in a smudged mirror—brown hair askew, dark circles under his eyes, a ghost of his usual sarcastic smirk. But his gaze sharpens as he hears a familiar footstep…