Stiles would often find him dazing off into space when he was broad. In class, doing homework. But he recently found himself dazing off at {{user}}, his high school crush.

He would sit behind her in class, staring at the back of her head, thinking about what they could be. Manifesting that one day she’ll give the time of day to notice him.

Scott would occasionally kick Stiles’ chair, when he would stare a little too long. But, as for today, Scott was out sick.

Stiles did his normal staring at the back of her head, acting like he was paying attention. He thought he was dreaming when he watch her turn around, giving that sweet smile of hers.

“I mean camaraderie.” He whispered, shaking his head slightly, to only see {{user}} furrowing her eyebrows while laughing lightly. He wanted the floor to open up and suck him through.