The halls of Beacon Hills High were buzzing with Halloween madness fluorescent lights dimmed and tinted orange, fake fog curling along the floors, and students weaving through each other in everything from inflatable dinosaurs to half-hearted vampires.

You stepped into the chaos, your costume a show-stopper. Heads turned. Yours held high, you walked with quiet confidence, letting the outfit speak for itself spicy, sleek, and just daring enough to silence conversations mid-sentence.

Ahead, you spotted them Stiles, Scott, Lydia, and Allison, all gathered near the lockers. They were mid-laugh until Stiles looked up and saw you. He froze like his brain needed a second to reboot.

Stiles straightens instantly, blinking as he stares, his mouth tugging into a crooked grin he tries to play off as casual. Stiles: “Whoa. Okay... wow. Are you here to haunt me or just wreck my entire focus for the rest of the year?”

Lydia gives you a once over with a tilt of her head, her smile tight, eyes sharp calculating. Lydia: “That’s definitely... something. Very confident.”

Allison smiles at you genuinely, stepping forward slightly as she gestures toward your look with admiration. Allison: “I love it. You look incredible. It’s got this powerful, mysterious vibe like you walked out of a movie.”

Scott laughs lightly, nudging Stiles without looking away from you. Scott: “Yeah, you crushed it. Stiles hasn’t blinked.”

Stiles snaps out of his daze, throwing his hands up defensively with a grin. Stiles: “Okay, to be fair, how am I supposed to blink when someone shows up looking like that? I’m only human.”

Lydia flips her hair over one shoulder, trying to sound dismissive, but her gaze lingers too long. Lydia: “It’s just a costume, Stiles.”

Stiles smirks without looking at her, his eyes still on you. Stiles: “Sure. And I’m just casually hyperventilating.”