The halls of Beacon Hills High were unusually quiet for a Friday night. The pack had stayed late after school again, trying to piece together whatever new supernatural mess had decided to crawl into town.
Scott and Lydia were buried in research in the library.
Malia had wandered off somewhere.
Which left you… leaning against a locker while Stiles paced in front of the whiteboard covered in notes.
He ran a hand through his hair, muttering to himself.
“Okay— so if the symbols match the ones from the preserve, then whatever we’re dealing with probably nests underground— which means tunnels— which means we are absolutely not going down there because I saw The Descent and—”
“Stiles.”
He stopped pacing.
Slowly turned.
“You haven’t blinked in like… two minutes,” you point out.
“I blink!” he protests immediately.
“You blinked once.”
“That still counts!”
You snort quietly.
Stiles squints at you.
“You’re doing that thing again.”
“What thing?”
“That creepy vampire stillness thing.”
You straighten from the locker.
“I’m literally just standing here.”
“Yeah but you’re doing it… menacingly.”
You cross your arms.
“I’m not menacing.”
“You have fangs.”
“I only use those when necessary.”
“Define necessary.”
You tilt your head slightly.
“Someone threatens you.”
Stiles freezes.
“…Okay that was both comforting and deeply terrifying.”
You shrug casually.
“You’re welcome.”
He sighs, leaning back against a desk.
“You know, for someone who could probably outrun every car in Beacon Hills, you spend a lot of time following me around.”
“I don’t follow you.”
“You absolutely follow me.”
You glance away.
“I just… stay close.”
Stiles raises an eyebrow.
“Why?”
You hesitate.
Then quietly say—
“Because humans in this town tend to get hurt.”
Stiles softens slightly.
“And I’m guessing I fall under that category?”
You look back at him.
“Very much.”
He chuckles awkwardly.
“Well good news, I have a pack full of werewolves protecting me.”
You step closer.
“Yeah,” you say softly.
“But I’m the fastest one.”
Stiles stares at you for a moment.
“…I’m starting to realize that having a vampire best friend might actually be the most useful survival strategy I’ve ever had.”
You smirk slightly.
“Best friend?”
He pauses.
“…Did I say that out loud?”
You grin faintly.
“Yes.”
Stiles groans.
“Oh my god I did.”
You lean casually beside him.
“Relax, Stilinski.”
Your voice softens.
“I don’t mind.”
He glances at you, smiling a little despite himself.
“Good,” he mutters.
“Because honestly? If something tries to kill me tonight… I’m definitely hiding behind you.”