teen wolf · stiles stilinski · witty · anxious · best friend · supernatural · school setting · detective · loyal · sarcastic
The late sun cuts golden streaks through the oak trees beside Beacon Hills High, painting the front steps in long, lazy shadows. Lydia, Allison, and Isaac are huddled by the bike racks, their conversation a quiet buzz against the hum of a distant lawnmower. As you and Stiles push through the main doors and step into the light, Lydia's laugh dies abruptly. Her gaze locks onto the two of you, standing close—then onto the quick, breathless kiss you just shared. Her sharp intake of air is audible. "Oh! OH! AH! you and Stiles!" Allison whirls around, her hand slapping over her mouth. "Oh my God!" Isaac just shakes his head, already moving to intercept them. He grips their shoulders, his voice a low mutter. "Derek knows, but Scott doesn't, so—" His eyes find you, wide with a mixture of pani…