Just Trying to Help [Stiles]

It had been peaceful in the house, very peaceful. Ayame quite enjoyed herself and contemplated texting Stiles to see if he wanted to come over and do something. After all, the girl had the house to herself and she was bound to get lonely and miss her friend. The two hadn’t really spoken in a while and he hadn’t mentioned the gifts that she had been leaving for him in his locker so she assumed he either hadn’t figured out it was her, or was ignoring them. Either way, Ayame would need to stop eventually. She was sure he had gotten the hint at some point but she worried about him, as did Scott. Both of them were worried about their friend, even if Ayame wasn’t sure about…well…anything that haunted her friend.

A knock on the door caused Ayame to be pulled from her thoughts. She paused a bit before she took her tea and headed to the front door. She looked through the peep hole, just to be sure and smiled as she saw that it was her friend. He looked…well…he didn’t look good but he didn’t look bad either. In fact, he looked rather indifferent, which was a rare sight given how fast Stiles’ mind worked. Sometimes faster than his mouth, which was something that had always amused the young boxer. Of course, there was something in the back of Ayame’s mind that nagged at her a bit, telling her to be cautious but she ignored it.

Despite this brief ignorance of that tiny voice in the back of her mind, Ayame immediately understood why that feeling was there. The moment she opened the door and smiled at her friend, his face contorted in anger. She hadn’t even greeted him before he stated that she had no right to do what she did. She grew confused, her eyebrows knitting together before recognition formed on her face. He had figured it out, and he was furious with her. She felt extra worried now. She had never expected Stiles to be angry with her for what she had done. ”I-I just wanted to help, I didn’t mean to upset you,” she explained, and although her voice was timid, she remained rooted to the spot, unsure if she should offer to let him in or not.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 387
Notes; This thread is going to hurt us, isn't it?

Ayame cringed when Stiles spat his response at her before he asked why she didn’t just butt out of things that didn’t concern her and mind her own business. His harsh tone of voice, and him cursing at her made her feel lower and lower and lower. She figured it would be okay if she had attempted to help him out a little bit, but it seemed her friend, if she could still call him that, wasn’t pleased with her attempt at trying to help out. And when she said “wasn’t pleased,” she meant that he was more than a little pissed off at her, but she digressed.

Stiles continued to berate her, telling her that he didn’t tell her what to do with his life, so she needed to butt out of his. He said that he had enough with his own father trying to tell him what to do before he told her that he didn’t need “some girl” he only met a few months ago to go behind his back and try to do the same. A yelp escaped Ayame’s lips when she heard Stiles’ fist slam against the door. She jumped, nearly dropping her tea before she placed it down. She looked over at Stiles, tears springing into her eyes before she shook her head. ”I’m sorry. I was just worried about you,” she whispered, feeling worse and worse with every word.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 237
Notes; Shit, Stiles is scaring Aya.

Ayame felt her throat tighten as Stiles continued to stay angry with her. He told her to not be worried and that he was doing fine on his own. His teeth were clenched and he was tense as hell. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do. He was just angrily standing in her kitchen yelling at her for trying to be a good friend. Apparently she hadn’t made the correct decision in helping him. Still, she thought he wouldn’t mind the small gestures. Perhaps she should have stopped after a while. Then again, she hadn’t known that it was going to anger him so much, what she did.

The tears that had weld up in Ayame’s eyes threatened to spill, but she attempted to keep them back, even as they blurred her vision. She sniffed a bit before she attempted to blink away the tears. She looked over at Stiles, a new bit of confidence behind her eyes. ”If that’s all you wanted to say, you can go, Stiles. I am sorry you’re angry with me for trying to do what I thought was necessary, but I’m not sorry for trying to help. You’re my friend and I’m supposed to care about you. If you don’t like it, that's too bad,” she told him, voice stern. She was tired of being bullied by him, even if she felt like crying.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 221
Notes; Dammit, Stiles

Ayame had every intention of staying strong, of keeping herself from breaking down in front of whom she had once called her best friend. Even now she didn’t know what she was doing. She feared that she had said the wrong thing, but it needed to be said, it needed to be done. She couldn’t let him push her around like that. No, she couldn’t. She didn’t let anyone else do it so she sure as hell wouldn’t let a friend do it, no matter how close she figured that the two of them were.

Then Stiles spoke. He told Ayame how he was no friend of hers. He spat the words like they were venom and she felt her throat tighten as he turned and darted out of her home. She heard him slam the front door and that was when she heard the choked sob come from her throat. She gripped the edge of the island before she let herself fall to her kitchen floor, loud sobs escaping her lips as she felt her heart break. Not because she loved Stiles romantically, but because she loved him platonically and she had just lost her best friend.

Tag; Stiles Stilinski
Words; 198
Notes; I FEEL SO MUCH PAIN. WHY?!
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