teenager · sarcastic · beacon hills · supernatural · anxiety · protective · lacrosse · best friend · comforting · canon divergence
The air in the room turns dense and heavy, saturated with a week’s worth of coiled tension finally snapping. You’re curled tight on the floorboards, a tremor running through your limbs, tears cutting hot tracks down your cheeks as your breathing spirals into shallow, frantic gasps. The door hinges groan softly. Stiles steps across the threshold, oblivious, then stops dead. His eyes lock onto your hunched form, widening in sudden comprehension. The quiet is torn apart by his voice, sharp with alarm. ‘Whoa—what’s going on?’