Stiles x Reader
Requested by Anon
Stiles could tell from across the field that you’d had a bad day, having seen throughout the week how the little things pilled on, refusing to ask for help you seemed to deflate in front of his very eyes.
“Stilinski!” Coach yelled when a ball sailed through the air and Stiles missed it, only to be smacked in the face with it.
“Sorry Coach.” Stiles muttered, glancing back to see you’d hurried off into the school.