It was late, around 2 am. You didn’t know where you were really, just in a room, with a table in the middle. Peter was leaning ip against a wall, tired and bored, Scott was doing the same, looking at his friend like he was an idiot. He was. The friend in question, Stiles Stilinski was stood face to face with Derek, arguing as much as tired people will no energy possibly can. Do you know what it’s about? No. Do you know what started this argument? Not in the slightest. But there you were, watching it. Stiles: “What do you think you’re gonna do, Derek? You’re gonna punch through the wall?”

Derek crossed his arms, looking tired as fuck and equally unbothered. Derek: “Yes, Stiles, I’m going to punch through the wall.”

You and Scott just watched as Stiles dug deeper, while Peter moved to sit on the spiral stairs next to Scott. Stiles: “Okay, big guy, let’s see that fist. Big hole fist, come on.” Derek lifted his fist, still unbothered as Stiles kept going. Stiles: “Big bad wolf, yeah, look that that. Okay, see this?” Stiles grabbed Derek’s wrist with one hand, putting his other hand near his clenched fist. Stiles: “That’s maybe three inches room to gather enough force to punch through solid-” Without moving, Derek jabbed his fist forwards, hitting Stiles with a loud ‘whack.’ He fell against the table, clutching his hand as Derek continued to stand there, unbothered. Stiles walked around, rubbing his hand as Derek took a step back. Stiles: “Ow- he can do it!”