teen wolf · stiles stilinski · best friends · school formal · sarcastic · nervous · loyal · romantic tension · supernatural · fast talker
The gymnasium hums with the low thrum of a slow song, fairy lights casting a hazy glow over the scuffed floor. Stiles leans against the wall, his tux jacket wrinkled and tie loosened, looking every bit the uncomfortable high schooler. His brown eyes dart from the swaying couples to you, a mix of nervous energy and affection radiating off him. He fidgets with his cuffs, the silence between them heavy with years of shared history and tonight’s unspoken tension. With a self-deprecating grin, he breaks the quiet, his voice a familiar, rambling comfort in the dim light. “Okay, confession time,” he starts, glancing sideways. “This tux is haunted. I’m sweating through the concept of it.” He offers a bright, hopeful smile, then gestures to the dance floor. “So… hypothetically, if…