obsession - void stiles

the kitsune

"I'm so sorry I'm late Mr Yukimura. I'm new and I had trouble finding my class," I said, rushing into my history classroom.

He nodded. "That's alright. Take a seat,"

I looked nervously around for an empty seat. Finally I found one at the back of the classroom. Wait, that was Kira, next to an empty seat. I smiled, relieved to see a familiar face and took the seat beside her.

"Hi (Y/N)," She waved, giving me a bright smile. I was thankful for Kira, she was such a friendly and welcoming person.

"Okay, everybody get into a pair. We are about to start a new research project,"

"Would you like to partner up?" Kira asked.

"That'd be awesome," I smiled.

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It was now our free period and Kira and I had decided that we would spend it in the library where we would be able to work on our research project.

Suddenly, I bumped into somebody and my books fell to the ground. Seriously, they had come out of nowhere. Why were they even running in the hallways? I looked up to see a familiar face hovering over me.

"Stiles?" I said, annoyed.

"Sorry," He said, bending down to help me pick up my books.

"Hey," He said, suddenly grabbing my wrist.

"What the hell? Stiles, you're hurting me," I exclaimed in shock, taken aback from his sudden move, trying to jerk my hand free from his strong grip.

"Sorry," He said, looking down and finally letting go.

I stared at him, noticing his eyes. His eyes were one of the many thing which seemed different about him. His eyes used to be soft and gentle to look in. Now, it was anything but. I looked into them and seemed lost, not in the beautiful brown of it, but trapped in the darkness and emptiness.

"Look, I have to go meet Kira for a history project. It's fine, I'm sure you didn't mean to," I said,  before quickly making my way to the library.

I'm sure it was nothing. Maybe it was because I hadn't seen Stiles in a few years and is why he seemed different. But I was certain that the Stiles I knew would never hurt a soul. Stiles was gentle and comforting, now there was a certain dark feeling which followed him.

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Kira and I had been working for a while now and we finally had almost all our research ready to put into a report.

"Wait, Mr Yukimura is your dad? I've always wondered what it was like to have your parent as a teacher, " I said.

"Yep. But trust me, its not as good as it sounds. It's embarrassing! When I first moved here, he was all over me and my social life. He always called me out in front of the class and trust me, I would rather jump off a cliff than be the centre of attention. It was like he cared more about me making a friend then teaching the class," She said.

"But he lets you off when you don't do your homework, right?"

"Totally," She said.

We both laughed, Kira was a great person to be around. She was really friendly and had such a positive vibe around her.

Suddenly, the bell rang signalling for the ending of this period.

"See you tomorrow. I've had a great time. It was super cool getting to know you (Y/N)," Kira smiled.

"Yeah, same. Thanks for making me feel so welcome," I replied. "Don't worry, I'll return the books to the shelves," I offered, piling the books into my hands.

"Are you sure?" Kira asked, a sad smile on her face. Kira was too nice, I knew she felt guilty for letting me carry all the books away myself.

"No, its fine. It's the least I could do for everything you've done to make me feel so welcome the past few days,"

She smiled sympathetically before waving goodbye and heading out of the library. I made my way to the shelf all the way at the end of the library. However, as I turned the corner into the aisle I bumped into something. There was a smack as falling books had been caught in 2 large hands. Woah, my eyes widened in surprise. Whoever had caught it had really fast reflexes.

"Thanks," I said, looking up to meet eyes with the person. I froze in shock as I remembered my experience with those familiar empty eyes not too long ago.

"Hey," Stiles said. "It's alright, I'm just here to apologise," He must have noticed my alarmed expression. I suddenly jumped as I felt his cold hands touch my own. His hands moved slowly, being careful and gentle with every move. I stared at him, confused at his actions. But for some reason, his touch calmed me.

 He nodded, smiling. "Are you feeling okay now?" He whispered, his thumb circling the top of my hand. This sent chills down my spine but it wasn't a scared feeling. It was something about the gentle, low tone of his voice which made my heart race. I nodded, not knowing what to say. He had this effect over me, where I felt so mesmerised and tranced. He was the sole focus of my 5 senses. 

"I'm sorry if I worried or hurt you earlier, (Y/N). I don't know what came over me, maybe it was just because of how nervous I was. Do you know why I was so nervous?"

I shook my head. My eyes drifted to his hands which ran up my arm, my heart racing. Goosebumps appeared on my arm at his gentle touch. He leaned forwards so his lips grazed gently over my ear. "You. You make my heart race (Y/N). You're stunning. I've always thought so, but now you've really swept me off my feet,"

I blushed at the sound of his flattering words. My breathing became heavy, our bodies centimetres apart. No one had ever said anything like that to me before.

"(Y/N), I'd never ever do anything to hurt you. I want you to feel safe with me. You can tell me anything. To make it up to you, whatever you want, I'll do it. This can happen at any time you ask," He whispered, his voice low in my ear. I felt as he bent his head so it was buried in my neck, his soft dark hair brushing against my cheek. I gasped as I felt his soft lips press against the curve of my neck. I hummed softly,  pleasured by the feeling of his lips sucking against my skin. He was sucking on just the right places. 

Suddenly he detached his lips. "See you around," He smirked, giving me a soft kiss on the cheek before walking away. I stood there, open-mouthed. What had I just experienced? And why did I want more? I walked out of the aisle and watched as Stiles walked out of the library, not even giving a second look back. I kicked the shelf, angry. I didn't know why I was angry. Or who I was angry at. I was angry at Stiles for leaving me before I realised that I should be angry at myself for letting myself get into this situation in the first place. Why did I allow Stiles to have such a strong effect on me? Yet, I enjoyed the feeling. I wanted him to come back and speak to me in that fucking low tone of his. I craved the feeling of his soft touch and lips against my skin again. 

Suddenly, I realised I still had class. Oh no I didn't want to get in trouble. It was not even my 3rd week at the school yet. So I walked out of the library and headed to class.