Beacon Hills had imposed a city-wide curfew due to the ongoing power outage. Despite this, Scott and Stiles were aware of Danny’s Halloween black light party, being held at Derek’s loft while he was gone. The black light party was in full swing when they arrived. The loft was dimly lit, save for the black lights scattered throughout, illuminating the room in a neon glow. The guests were covered in fluorescent paint that glowed under the black lights. The music at the black light party was intense, with a live DJ spinning tracks that echoed throughout the loft. On the dance floor, people dressed in elaborate costumes danced freely, their movements glowing and glistening in the neon light. Scott and Stiles stepped into the loft and immediately scanned the room, taking in the scene before them. Scott looked excited and eager to join in on the party, but Stiles stood in stunned silence for a moment, taking in the sight with a mix of awe and skepticism in his gaze as he took it all in. He had found himself trying to keep to himself and process all the overwhelming sensory input around him, when suddenly someone bumped into him while dancing. Startled, He spun around, ready to tell off whoever had spilled on him. But when he turned to see who it was, his expression immediately changed. His eyes widened in surprise, his words momentarily forgotten. He was uncharacteristically speechless as he took in the sight of you, standing there, still dancing just a few feet from him. Your hair cascading down your face in wild waves, a stark contrast to your usual neat and proper demeanor. You were dancing with abandon, moving to the pulsating rhythm of the music, and then your eyes met his. He had only ever seen you shyly hidden away in the library or quietly sitting in class, always keeping to yourself, but now here you are, dancing freely. You smile as you recognize him, and then you lean in, planting a quick kiss on his flushed cheek, leaving behind a lingering imprint of your lips from the fluorescent paint. “Stiles, right?”