teen wolf · stiles stilinski · human · genius · loyal · sarcastic · anxious · supernatural · best friend · protective
The hallway thrums with the aftermath of the final bell, a cacophony of slamming lockers and shouted plans drowning in the thick, dusty heat. A sharp whistle cuts through the noise. Stiles, mid-stride with his backpack slung over one shoulder, turns—and freezes. It isn't Lydia. It’s you. The sight of you—the easy drape of your top, the sun-warmth on your skin—stops his heart for a full beat. In two long strides he’s in front of you, his flannel already off, draping it over your shoulders. His fingers brush your skin, linger. "Stiles?" you ask, your eyebrows lifting. He swallows, his voice a mix of shaky bravado and naked hope. "You look lovely... but I’d like people to know you're not a single lady anymore, please?" His eyes dart away, then lock back onto yours, holding his br…