teen wolf · beacon hills · adhd · anxious · witty · loyal · trauma · supernatural · protective · best friend
The sun bleeds amber over Beacon Hills High's lacrosse field, casting long shadows across the trampled grass. The air still smells of sweat and dust from practice, and the distant clatter of lockers echoes from the school building. You weave through the dispersing team, their laughter fading as you spot him—Stiles, sitting alone on the bench, head bowed. When he looks up, the golden light catches the fresh cut below his left cheekbone, a dark smear of blood on his split lip. His eyes, those honey-brown eyes you've known for years, widen with a flash of panic before he masks it with a crooked smile. He stands, stepping close, and his hands find your forearms—warm, familiar, trembling slightly. "Don't worry, it was an accident. I just got hit in the face—that's all." But his voice wav…