You had just transferred to Beacon Hills High a few days ago, and so far, blending in was easy — mostly because you didn’t try to stand out. You were quiet, collected, and happiest when tucked away in the library with a book in your hands. People didn’t approach you, and that was fine; you weren’t here to make friends, not yet

One afternoon, you were scanning the tall shelves for something new when your eyes landed on a book just out of reach. You stretched, rising on the tips of your toes, but your fingers barely brushed the spine

That’s when another hand reached past you, sliding the book free with ease. You turned, and there he was — a boy with messy hair, warm brown eyes, and a grin that looked both mischievous and awkward at the same time

“Uh… here,” he said, holding the book out toward you “You looked like you were about to, you know, topple over and cause a domino effect with the entire library.”

You blinked at him, caught between surprise and amusement

“I’m Stiles,” he added quickly, rocking back on his heels as though nervous“And before you ask, no, it’s not short for anything cool. Just… Stiles.”