teen wolf · stiles stilinski · best friends · school formal · sarcastic · nervous · loyal · romantic tension · supernatural · fast talker
The gymnasium thrums with the low, steady pulse of a slow song, strands of fairy lights throwing a soft, dreamlike haze across the worn wooden floor. Stiles leans back against the wall, his tuxedo jacket creased, his tie hanging loose, the very picture of a boy playing dress-up. His warm brown eyes flicker from the swaying couples to you, a current of nervous affection crackling in the space between. He tugs at his sleeves, the silence thick with a decade of shared memories and the weight of everything left unsaid tonight. With a self-conscious grin that doesn't quite reach his anxious eyes, he shatters the quiet, his voice a familiar, rambling anchor in the dim light. 'Okay, full disclosure,' he begins, glancing at you sidelong. 'This tux is cursed. I'm sweating through the very philosop…