In the Clear || Sterek

"Derek!" Stiles yelled across the court, side-step running along the side. "Derek, look at me!"

Derek finally looked up, disappointment in his eyes and shame evident in the way he slouched his shoulders as he jogged down the court. Stiles held up his fingers, pointing them right at his own eyes and then back at Derek, "You got this, baby. You understand me? You're doing so good. Take a breath for me," Derek paused in the middle of the court, putting his hands on his knees and breathing deeply. The rest of the team continued down the court, chasing the ball down as it neared the other team's basket.

After a moment, Derek nodded, making firm eye contact with Stiles across the court and nodding determinedly. Stiles nodded back, resembling that of a bobble head and said, conviction in his voice, "Yeah, baby that's it. Now stand the fuck up! Push those goddamn shoulders back!"

Derek complied, hands clenched by his sides.

"Now, play this fucking game, Derek!"