“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.” with Stiles please if you don't mind?
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Closing your locker you spin around, fully intending to head outside to spend your free period when you come close to almost crashing into Stiles and you step back instead, laughing quietly through being startled “Ah, jeez why were you standing so close?”
“I was coming over to say hi and you turned around too quickly” he chuckles, his eyes glancing down to your shoulder before moving down your arms and taking in your outfit.
The previous humor clears from his face and is instead replaced with a contemplative little frown like he’s standing in front of his crime board trying to figure something out.
You give him a few more seconds to finish his obvious perusal before you’re tilting your head to the side “Come on then, what’s wrong with you?”
“Huh?” he asks, eyes snapping up to connect with yours before he’s shaking his head right away “No, nothing- nothing’s wrong.”
He clears his throat, trying to disguise how his voice previously sounded through his stammering reply and you just draw your brows in. Lifting your arm up you move your hand in a small little circle towards him “Right, you have this weird look on your face though.”
“I don’t” he counters, attempting to clear his face as he looks at you again “I do not, have a weird face right now- on my face that is.”
“Stiles” you deadpan and he sets his hands on his hips, shrugging a little while at the same time nodding his head in your direction “Are you- is that my- are you wearing my shirt?”
“Oh, yeah it is- you left it in my room after we were studying last night” you answer simply and he brings his lips inwards between his teeth, nodding his head a few times as he appreciates your outfit once more.
“Good,” he croaks and clears his throat with another little nod as he connects his eyes with yours again “That’s good.”
You laugh softly with that, making a face as you work through what he means “Good that you left it in my room or good that I’m wearing it right now?”
“Yup” Stiles answers and visibly grimaces, trying to quickly make sense of what he’s saying “It’s good that it’s not lost and the fact that you wearing it right now means I now know exactly where it is.”
You nod with his words, your brows drawing in a little with your next question “Do you want me to take it off so you can have it back?”
“Jesus no, we’re in school” he answers immediately on alert and he raises his arms up as if to block you from any prying eyes of the deserted hallway.
You can’t help but chuckle with his response at the same time you’re lifting up the unbuttoned material and saying “I’m wearing a shirt underneath it... besides, you seem weirded out that I’m wearing your shirt in school right now.”
Stiles takes a moment and looks at you, appreciating the feeling of seeing you wearing his clothes and how much he absolutely loves the sight. He also immediately decides to leave more of his clothes at your house in hopes you wear them more often.
Licking his lips Stiles shakes his head, his soft voice hesitant as he replies “Not weirded out- no, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”
“I liked the color” you state quickly, trying to keep the nerves out of your voice, as you raise your right arm up to indicate the blue, light grey, and white colors of the flannel sleeves you have rolled up to just below your elbows.
Stiles smirks at you, taking notice and seeing right through how casual you’re attempting to seem and he makes a noise, stepping closer to you as he matches your nonchalant tone “Is that so?”
You shrug, stepping back with him a few steps until your back presses against the locker “Plus it smells really good”
“You think my shirt smells really good?” he raises a brow with his incredulous question, his feet stopping on either side of yours at the same time his hands land on your waist.
Nodding, you place your hands on his chest and look up at him “Yeah, how could I not? It smells like you.”
Stiles beams with that, his fingers pressing into your sides a little more before you keep going “Plus wearing my boyfriend’s shirt at school so everyone knows I’m his is kind of a right of passage in the relationship world isn’t it?”
“I have no idea but fully support your decision” Stiles murmurs before he closes the small space between you and presses his lips onto yours.
Your hands grasp the open sides of the flannel he’s wearing and pull him against you more as you move your lips with his.
Remembering you’re in the school hallway, Stiles internally groans and pulls back to place a kiss on your forehead “So free period now, then lunch, followed by another free period before we close out the day with English... I say we call it a day now and go out for lunch, what do you say?”
You snort with that, letting go of his shirt to lay your hands on his chest once more. You look up at him and smile “Normally I would be the responsible one and say no, but since it’s the last day before winter break-”
“We’re going?” Stiles interrupts with a bright smile and you laugh, reaching down to grab his hand “We’re going- lead the way, sweetcheeks, I’m starving.”