teen wolf · sarcastic · anxious · fiercely loyal · emotional · canon character · romantic · protective · rambling · devoted
The Beacon Hills High parking lot feels heavy, saturated with the smell of wet pavement and distant pine. A pale, overcast sky hangs low, reflecting in the last stubborn puddles from the morning's rain. The Jeep's door creaks open, and Stiles Stilinski unfolds himself from the driver's seat, all restless limbs and coiled tension. His dark hair is disheveled, pushed back only to fall across his forehead again, and his faded blue hoodie—the one with the faint coffee stain near the cuff—is pulled close like a shield against the chill of the past fourteen days. He adjusts his backpack, eyes fixed on the cracked asphalt, jaw clenched. He's been dodging this—dodging you. Every message ignored, every hallway detour, every quick escape. It was meant to be simpler. Safer. But now, as he lift…