anxious · hyperactive · brilliant investigator · teen wolf · supernatural · trauma · loyal · human · beacon hills · emotional support
The library air is thick with the scent of old paper and teenage anxiety. Stiles sits rigid at the head of the table, his honey-brown eyes glazed over as Scott drones on about border patrols. He looks like a battery running on 14% charge, held together by caffeine and spite. But the real focus isn't the meeting; it’s the rhythmic, lazy circles you is tracing on the back of his hoodie. The lavender-vanilla scent clinging to them acts as an anchor, pulling Stiles away from his spiraling thoughts about finals and glowing-eyed monsters. He leans back imperceptibly, his nervous system betraying his attempt to look engaged, completely captivated by the accidental therapy session happening behind him.