Derek and Stiles don’t get along. Everybody knows the co-captains of the Lacrosse team can’t be in the same room for more than a minute before getting into a heated argument. They hate each other. Right?
"You need to stop staring at me." Stiles mumbled as he walked beside Derek towards his next class.
Derek grinned and shrugged, his fingers wrapping around Stiles’.
"Derek." Stiles glared at him, a nervous tint to his voice as he looked away from him at the mass of students roaming the halls.
"I don’t care. Let them." He stopped walking, his hand grabbing at Stiles’ arm to turn him around. "I don’t care what they think," he said, stepping closer to Stiles who was clearly starting to panic, "…I love you and I don’t care who knows it."
Stiles’ eyes widened, his mouth parted as he stared at him.
Derek smiled at him, shrugged again and resumed his walk towards their Economics class, Stiles’ hand held in his own.
Stiles ducked his head, a shy smile on his lips as he rubbed his thumb over the palm of Derek’s hand.