For a long time, you liked Stiles—that was, until he rejected you.

Now that you’ve moved on, Stiles has began to notice little details about you.

As he stands at his locker putting back a textbook, he looks over at you with an awkward smirk as he waves.

He’s only now began to notice how your sun shines in the sun, and the way your nose scrunches when you laugh, but just how beautiful you are.

He looks from afar with a look of longing, as he realizes something.

You might have fallen first, but he fell harder.