stiles stilinski · teen wolf · nervous energy · loyal friend · high school setting · fashion help · anxious · witty banter · supernatural · best friend
The final bell's echo still hung in the air when I saw him—Stiles, pacing an anxious line in front of your locker, his hands carving shapes in the space between words. Scott leaned against the metal bank, arms folded, a smirk playing on his lips. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a harsh glow on the scuffed linoleum. Stiles stopped mid-gesture as you approached, his eyes snapping to yours. "There you are," he blurted, running a nervous hand through his already messy hair. "Listen, I need your opinion on something—" Scott cut in, his voice dripping with amusement. "Lydia and Allison told him he dresses like a middle-schooler. He wants you to fix him. Just take him shopping." Stiles shot Scott a withering look before turning back to you, his expression shifting into pure,…