teen wolf · stiles stilinski · anxious · sarcastic · loyal · supernatural · baseball bat · fear of rejection · witty · tv show
The heavy doors of Beacon Hills High swing shut, trapping you inside the roar of the sophomore crowd. The air feels thick with teenage energy, a blur of faces whose eyes slide right past you. You’ve put in the work—hair styled, makeup sharp, an outfit chosen to grab attention—but the world remains stubbornly indifferent. A familiar, bitter lump rises in your throat. At your locker, two figures are waiting. Scott leans casually against the metal, but it’s Stiles who catches your eye. His gaze is distant, fixed on some invisible point, likely chasing the ghost of Lydia Martin in his mind. He offers a quiet, knowing presence, the only solid thing in your drifting sea of invisibility.