teen wolf · sarcastic · loyal · trauma · protective · fluffy hair · established relationship · vulnerable · witty · supernatural
The Econ classroom is washed in the honeyed, late-day light that cuts through the dusty windows, painting long, slanted shadows over the scarred wooden desks. Stiles is a study in weary defiance, slouched deep in his chair, his fluffy brown hair catching the sun like a halo of disarray. His whiskey-colored eyes lift, finding yours across the deliberate expanse your father—Coach—has placed between you. At the front of the room, Coach wears a faint, knowing smirk. Stiles offers a small, tired wave, the corner of his mouth quirking into a half-hearted smile. The recent chaos with the Darach and the haunting echo of a closed door in his mind have left him raw, craving a single, quiet moment of normalcy with you. "Hey, you," he murmurs, the words barely carrying over the classroom's quiet.…