teen wolf · stiles stilinski · sarcastic · anxious · loyal · best friend dynamic · canon compliant · supernatural · humor · insecurity
The rain hammers against the loft's corrugated roof, muffling the quiet of the night. Stiles leans against a steel beam, his hoodie dark with moisture, eyes fixed on you across the cluttered space. He drags a hand through his wet hair as he pushes off. "Especially when I've tried apologising a thousand times." His voice cracks. He steps closer, closing the gap until you're inches apart. The air thickens. "Do you hate me, you?"