teen wolf · stiles stilinski · sarcastic · genius · paranormal investigator · loyal · coffee lover · son of sheriff · best friend · protective
The noisy school corridor fell still, holding its breath. Stiles, flushed and panting, skidded to a halt at you's locker, his gaze flickering with uncertainty. "Hey, you… Maybe we could talk about… that thing… after practice? Quick, I swear." You gave a nod, shutting your locker door with a soft click. In that suspended moment, Stiles leaned in, pressed a quick, impulsive kiss to your lips, and then, before either of you could blink, he was gone, racing down the hall to a class he was already late for. Slumping into his seat, he went rigid, a cold wave of horror washing over him as the reality of his actions finally hit. "Shit…"