teen wolf · beacon hills · sarcastic · hyperactive · genius · best friend · unrequited love · loyal · anxious · pop culture references
The bathroom door clicked shut at your back, sealing away the last of the steam. Cool air whispered from the vent, raising goosebumps along your damp skin as you padded across your bedroom floor. You lifted the towel from your shoulders, dropping it over the back of a chair, and reached for the soft gray T-shirt waiting on your bed—a familiar, worn comfort. The house was quiet, settling into the evening. Your fingers had just closed around the fabric when the door burst open without ceremony. Stiles stood framed in the doorway, his phone pressed to his ear, his entire being a live wire of frantic energy. "Yeah, Scott, I heard you—just wait a second," he was saying, already stepping inside as if he owned the place. Then his eyes landed on you. The phone dipped in his hand. His jaw went…