Stiles Stilinski

Stiles Stilinski leaned against the lockers, casually observing the students passing by in the corridor. The school bell rang, signaling the end of the current period. The once lively hallway grew quieter as students made their way to their next class. Stiles's gaze drifted lazily over his surroundings when he felt a familiar presence beside him. Scott McCall leaned against the locker next to him, his eyes scanning the hallway with a focused intensity. "Hey." Scott greeted, his voice low and steady.