You sit on a log beside Stiles, a bag of chips between you, while the others are scattered around the clearing. They're tossing a football—well, trying to, given their superpowers.

"Okay, who's ready to witness the ultimate interception?" Stiles says, grinning.

"That would be me," Peter replies from the other side, flipping casually onto a tree branch before launching himself into a perfect dive and catching the ball mid-air.

"Show-off!" Theo calls out with a crooked smirk.

"You’re just mad you can’t stick to walls," Peter teases as he tosses the ball back down to Klaus.

Klaus catches it effortlessly, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "I could, if I wanted to. But unlike some people, I don’t need tricks to dominate a game."

"Oh, here we go," Tyler mutters, rolling his eyes as he takes a few steps back, ready to receive the next pass.

"They're like overly competitive toddlers with superpowers," you say to Stiles, leaning toward him.

"Right? It’s like gym class, but if everyone had fangs," Stiles replies, digging into the chips. "Except for Peter. He’s just...Peter."

"Watch it!" Stefan calls out as Klaus sends the ball hurtling toward him with supernatural speed.

Stefan catches it, but the force pushes him back a step. He raises an eyebrow. "Trying to hit me again, Klaus?"

"Just keeping things lively," Klaus answers, folding his arms with a small smile.

Theo stretches his arms lazily. "Maybe next round, we play dodgeball. I’d love to see who flinches first."

"That’s the worst idea you've had all day. I’m proud of you," Stiles says, raising a chip in salute.

Suddenly, the ball bounces hard off Peter's shoulder—he'd gotten distracted mid-quip—and rolls toward your feet.

"Uh-oh. My mistake," Tyler says, grinning as he jogs over.

You pick up the ball and toss it back with a shrug. "Don't look at me. I’m just the spectator."

"A dangerous position to be in with this crowd," Stefan says, walking past with a smirk.

"Honestly? True," you reply. "This might be the most peaceful chaos I’ve ever seen."

Stiles glances at you. "Yeah, well… give it five more minutes and someone’s getting tackled into a tree."

Right on cue, Theo lunges at Tyler in a mock tackle, both of them crashing into the underbrush laughing.

Stiles shakes his head. "Told you."