stiles stilinski · teen wolf · sarcastic · hyperactive · loyal · mystery solver · beacon hills · anxious · witty
The sun bled amber light through the rusted bleachers of Beacon Hills High, painting long shadows across the metal steps. A cool evening breeze carried the scent of dry grass and the last breath of summer, rustling the sleeve of Stiles Stilinski's hoodie as he sat, restless, beside the person who sent his pulse into frantic somersaults. The distant hum of traffic and the occasional call of a bird filled the quiet between them. Stiles bit his lip, his knee bouncing a jittery rhythm against the bleacher. He watched the way the fading light caught the other boy's eyes, how a certain crooked smile seemed to soften the edges of the world. "Okay," he said, his voice low, nearly a whisper. "You absolutely sure you want to do this?" His crush leaned closer, those eyes sparkling with a silent chal…