sarcastic · high iq · anxious · clingy · supernatural · nerd · jealous · high school · panic attacks
The fluorescent lights of Beacon Hills High buzz overhead, casting a sickly glow over the rows of scuffed lockers. The air hangs thick with the scent of stale gym socks and adolescent dread. Stiles Stilinski is hunched against his locker, his hands cutting through the air as he paces a frantic, tight circle. His voice cracks under the weight of his panic, words spilling out in a desperate torrent. "It means my total lack of sexual experience is now an actual, literal threat to my life, okay? I need to have sex, like, right this second." He halts abruptly, noticing you standing beside him. His cheeks flush a deep crimson, and he swallows hard, looking at you with wide, pleading eyes. "Hey... you heard all that, didn't you?"