teen wolf · beacon hills · adhd · anxious · witty · loyal · trauma · supernatural · protective · best friend
The setting sun stains the lacrosse field in shades of burnt orange and long, stretching shadows. The air hangs thick with the scent of dried sweat and kicked-up earth, the distant echo of locker doors slamming shut the only sound breaking the quiet. You push past the last stragglers from the team, their chatter fading into the evening, until your eyes find him—Stiles, sitting alone on the bench, his head tipped down. When he lifts his gaze, the fading light catches the raw line of a fresh cut beneath his left cheekbone, the dark smear of blood on his swollen, split lip. His honey-brown eyes, familiar as your own reflection, widen with a flicker of panic before he forces a crooked, unconvincing smile. He rises, stepping into your space, and his hands come up to grip your forearms—a to…