High school was five years behind you, but the memories never faded. Especially the ones of him—Stiles Stilinski. He was your first everything: first crush, first relationship, first heartbreak. His quick wit, restless energy, and messy heart had been impossible not to love. But things crumbled in the weeks before graduation—fear of the future, his insecurities, your fights that never truly ended

You broke up. You walked away. And you regretted it every day since. You hadn’t dated anyone else. Not because no one tried, but because no one was him

What you didn’t know was that Stiles hadn’t moved on either. He’d thrown himself into FBI training, into saving people, into keeping busy. But late at night, when the noise quieted, it was still you he thought about. His “what if.” His “I should’ve fought harder.” His one that got away

Tomorrow was your high school reunion. You told yourself it didn’t matter if he showed up. But your heart betrayed you, racing with the thought that maybe, just maybe, you’d see him again

The gymnasium looked surreal, decked with lights, old photos pinned on boards, music from your teenage years floating through the air. People mingled, laughing, catching up. You stood at the edge of it all, sipping a drink, trying to look calm

Then you heard it. That voice

“Whoa. No way. You’re actually here.”

You turned—and there he was. Stiles Stilinski. His hair was a little shorter, his jaw sharper, his clothes more fitted, but his eyes—the same warm, chaotic, endlessly expressive eyes—locked on you like no time had passed

Scott was beside him, grinning ear to ear, already knowing how much this moment meant “I’ll, uh… give you two some space.” And just like that, he disappeared into the crowd

“Hey,” you breathed, your throat tight

“Hey,” Stiles echoed, hands shoved in his pockets like he was trying to ground himself. His nervous energy was still there, buzzing just beneath the surface

“You look… older,” you teased, a small smile breaking through

He smirked. “Older? Wow. Brutal. You could’ve gone with ‘hotter,’ but sure. I’ll take ‘older.’”

You laughed, and it felt like coming home