One /TMR x TW\

3.

I read that as 'wasabi'.

And I haven't checked for errors.
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Stiles wakes up to water splashing his face. And no, not just a few drops or a bottle, no three whole fucking buckets!

Stiles jolts up, looking for danger. The bullies laugh and push him down, they kick him a few times before leaving.

Stiles grunts. He only has his PE clothing here at school (which he hasn't used in ages). He takes another set with him but those are soaked as well.

So he walks towards Shelby, she shrieks once she sees him soaked.

"Who did it?" Stiles shakes his head, "it's okay, Shelby. I just need to know how long I slept."

At those words Shelby smiles a bright smile, "two periods." Stiles' eyes widen. "That's.. that's the most I've slept in a years! Thats 100 minutes! Oh my god!"(a/n here in the Netherlands school periods are usually 50 minutes)

Stiles smiles. A real smile. It reaches his eyes. Well there goes the 'forget it', but on the other side he hasn't slept this long in years. Then he shivers, "uh I have to get changed. Thanks for letting me sleep, Shelby."

"No problem," she smiles.

Shelby immediately send a text that Stiles was woken up by some bullies, otherwise he might have slept longer.

Stiles walks towards the locker room, everyone he passes laughs at him.

He tries to ignore it. He walks into the locker room, no-one is there. Thank god, he hasn't changed in front of people ever since he came back.

He grabs the clothing out of his locker and mentally curses himself as they don't fit. He pulls them off again.

Coach walks in and is shocked, "stiles?"

Stiles jumps back, "oh, it's you. Sorry Coach. Uhh. You wouldn't have anything I could wear, do you? My clothes got soaked and my extra pair as well, my PE clothing got too small." Stiles scratches the back of his neck. Coach snaps out of his thoughts, so many scars, and nods.

He walks into his office, Noah left an extra pair of clothes for these type of situations.

He hands them to Stiles, "thank you."

He quickly puts them on and mentally curses his father as well as he thanks him. It's clothing he would wear in the scorch! It's a fucking shortsleeved, tight black shirt that shows off everything and dark brown combat trousers that also shows everything off! He puts the clothing on.

He sighs again and puts the combat boots on. He grabs his bag and prays no-one will notice his biceps or abs for that matter.

Or oh,I don't know, the huge tattoo on his left arm? With the names of everyone he ever lost, the names of the groups (so group A or B or Scorcher), a heart next to his lover and the death dates of everyone. It takes up the space from his wrist to his elbow.

He tries to hide away everything, his tattoo, his scars, his muscles but to no avail. Every girl is practically drooling over his muscles. They're oblivious to the scars and tattoo.

He makes his way into class and takes a seat. He sighs as he gets his books out.

He really doesn't want to sit here, not in these clothes at least. He feels too exposed.

Kids pool into class and Stiles subconsciously tries to cover his arms. He sinks into his seat, he's sitting in the back but still feels exposed.

He feels weird when the girls eye him like he's candy, he doesn't like it. Only Newt was allowed to look at him that way.