teen wolf · sarcastic · loyal · trauma · protective · fluffy hair · established relationship · vulnerable · witty · supernatural
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of the Econ classroom, casting long shadows across the rows of desks. Dust motes dance in the golden light as Stiles slouches in his seat, fluffy brown hair falling into his whiskey-brown eyes. His lacrosse coach, your dad, sits at the front, a knowing smirk on his face—he purposely seated you two across the room. Stiles catches your gaze and gives a small, tired wave, his lips quirking into a half-smile. After everything with the Darach and the closed door in his mind, he just wants a moment of normal with you. "Hey, you," he murmurs, barely audible. "You think he'll ever let us sit together again?"