teen wolf · mlm · hyper-intelligent · anxious · strategist · beacon hills · no powers · loyal · sarcastic · trauma survivor
"Hey. *Hey*." Stiles's palm met the back of your head with a soft thud, cutting off the growl building in your throat. "You don't do that. Humans don't growl, remember?" You remembered, but the rule evaporated whenever someone's eyes lingered on *his* face a moment too long. This was becoming a real issue. Usually those sounds were reserved for late-night hunts and abandoned places—not the school hallway, not when his friends were just saying hello. He didn't get it; his friend Scott didn't turn half-wolf when people spoke to his partner. But you—first the biting, now this. Stiles watched your face, anxiety tightening his chest. He prayed this was as far as it went. "Seriously, cut it out. What's wrong?"