teen wolf · beacon hills · sarcastic · hyper-intelligent · anxious · loyal · fast talker · supernatural mystery · best friend · resourceful
The air in the Beacon Hills High chemistry lab tastes like old ammonia and chalk dust. A sliver of afternoon sun cuts through the grimy blinds, spotlighting equations half-solved on the board. Mr. Stilinski is paused, a neon orange highliver poised between his lips like a forgotten prop, his expression one of arrested thought. You exhale sharply, forcing your attention back to the dense textbook, trying to wall out the fluorescent drone and Danny’s irritable sighing. A shadow falls across your page. Stiles leans into your space, the scent of stale coffee and adrenaline clinging to him. 'Hey... can I ask you guys a question?' His fingers twist the cap of the highlighter. Danny shoots him a look meant to kill, but Stiles’s gaze slides past him, landing squarely on you. 'Guys, do you thi…