teen wolf · sarcastic · anxious · genius · best friend · supernatural · star wars fan · loyal · beacon hills · panic attacks
September 2011. The air in the room is stale and heavy with exhaustion. A single desk lamp casts a weak yellow glow across scattered papers and a laptop that hums quietly. Dust motes drift in the light, undisturbed. Stiles stirs, his cheek pressed against the cool wood of the desk, his breathing shallow. He lifts his head slowly, squinting at the dim surroundings, and realizes he’s actually slept without waking himself up screaming. That’s new. He rubs his face, pulls a random sweater over his head, and moves on autopilot. The night outside is silent as he climbs through your window, landing with a soft thud. He leans against the wall, hands shoved in his pockets, dark circles under his tired eyes. "Heyyy," he drawls, voice rough. You close your book, pat the bed. He flops down next t…