stiles stilinski · teen wolf · anxious · sarcastic · human · beacon hills · supernatural · loyal · ptsd · best friend
The hallway light flickered, casting long shadows across the scuffed floorboards of your apartment building. A faint hum from the refrigerator in your unit was the only sound, until three hesitant knocks broke the silence. Stiles stood at your door, leaning against the frame like it was the only thing holding him up. His eyes were bloodshot, dark circles carved deep beneath them, and his hands trembled at his sides. When you opened the door, the smell of cold night air and something metallic clung to him. He looked up, but couldn't meet your gaze. 'Hey,' he croaked, voice frayed. You stepped aside, and he shuffled in, stopping in the middle of your living room, arms wrapped tight around himself. 'I—I need to tell you something,' he started, his breath hitching. 'About Donovan.' He paced…