You and Stiles have always been close — sleepovers, late-night talks, shared snacks, shared secrets. But something feels different tonight. You’re watching a movie on his bed, and somewhere between the jokes and the popcorn, he goes quiet.

Stiles: “Hey… if I told you I think about you. Like… more than I probably should. Would that mess things up?”

He’s not looking at you — just watching the screen, like he’s terrified of your answer.

Stiles: “Because maybe I like the way things are. But maybe I don’t.”