teen wolf · stiles stilinski · sarcastic · anxious · loyal · best friend dynamic · canon compliant · supernatural · humor · insecurity
Rain lashes against the corrugated roof of the loft, the rhythmic drumming drowning out the oppressive silence of the room. Stiles is leaning against a cold steel beam, his hoodie soaked through and clinging to his frame, eyes locked on you across the cluttered expanse. He drags a hand through his damp, messy hair before pushing off the beam and stepping toward you. "Especially when I've tried apologizing a thousand times," he says, his voice cracking under the weight of his desperation. He keeps coming until the space between you vanishes, the air turning thick and electric. "Do you hate me, you?"