Stiles were awakened by some noises from the kitchen. He didn't think two times before shouting loudly: "Derek?" He regretted it the same second. What if it wasn't Derek? He took a deep breath when he heard heavy steps outside his bedroom.
He was overcome with relief when he saw Derek opening the door slowly. "Yes?" Derek said with a lifted eyebrow. "What are those noises coming from the kitchen?" Stiles asked suspiciously. Derek scratched his neck and looked at the floor. "Well, I'm kind of making breakfast", he said with a little hesitation. "Great, I'm starving", Stiles said before realizing what Derek actually had said. "Wait, what? Did you make breakfast? Just you?" Stiles said, shocked.
"Yes. I don't see why that is such a big problem to you, if you don't want I'll just eat it myself" Derek said in a self-defending voice. "No, of course I want breakfast, I'm just surprised", Stiles said quickly. "Could you hand me my clothes?" Stiles asked Derek nice. Derek went over to the chair he had laid his pants the night before and threw them over to Stiles. Stiles caught them in the air and tried to put them on, without succeeding.
Derek just watched him without an expression in his face. "Eeh, would you mind giving me some help?" Stiles asked with raised eyebrows. Derek sat down on the bed and helped him get the pants around his leg. Then Derek took an arm around Stiles' waist and lifted him up. He supported Stiles while he dragged up his pants.
Stiles had a funny feeling in his stomach that he couldn't quite describe. He felt Derek's warm, strong arm around his waist, and he realized he didn't want Derek to take it away. He was surprised by his own feelings. When Stiles had his clothes on, Derek helped him into the kitchen. Stiles were not prepared for the sight.
The kitchen was looking terrible. Pieces of food was laying everywhere and it smelt burnt. "What have you done?! Is this what you call making breakfast?! Most people would rather call it killing the kitchen by a massacre of all the food!" Stiles shouted in surprise. "I was just trying to make breakfast!" Derek shouted back in an angry voice. Stiles lifted his hands. "I'm sorry Derek," Stiles said. "I was just a little… surprised," he continued. Derek didn't answer; he just looked at Stiles in a harsh way. "Well, we better try to eat I guess," Stiles said. Derek sent him an angry look. "I mean we better eat," Stiles said quickly.
"I need to go" Derek grabbed his jacket and opened up the door.
"Wait, I'll come with you" Stiles followed Derek out in the hall.
"No. it is dangerous. It is a werewolf thing, I am going out to meet Scott" Stiles looked deep into Derek's eyes.
"No, I am going with you" Stiles said pouting.
"Why do you have to be so stupid?" Derek regretted saying it as soon as the words slipped his mouth.
Stiles backed away from Derek, and limped into the apartment slamming his door on the way in. Derek went outside to meet up with Scott. There had been an unknown werewolf in the area which had been causing trouble.
Scott was already outside, waiting. They walked for a couple of miles into the woods, when someone attacked them. Scott was nowhere to be seen and Derek was pinned to the ground. He couldn't move, and then he heard a voice. "Hey douchebag" someone had hit the other werewolf in the head. It wasn't very hard, but it gave Derek enough time to get up.
Before they knew, the werewolf was gone.
"Do you have a death wish?" Derek was mad, Stiles should have known better than to risk his own life like that.
"I saved your life" Said Stiles defending himself.
"I know, thank you, I am sorry" Derek walked closer to Stiles.
"You know what? I am sick of you treating me like a child?" Stiles were almost yelling by now. Derek stood now only inches from his face. He took Stiles hand in his own. "Hey, I'm sorry. It is ok" He looked into Stiles eyes like they had every answer in the universe.
Stiles placed his hands around Derek's neck and pulled him in for a hug. They stood like that for a while, Stiles hands around Derek's neck and Derek's hands around Stiles waist.
They looked at each other and Stiles let out a short laugh. Stiles felt happy now, he felt complete, safe.
"Guys?" Stiles got pulled out of his thoughts and almost jumped away from Derek. He gave a short scream because he landed on his foot that was hurt. Scott came over to them and gave them a weird look.
"Well, the wolf's gone" Scott said looking at them with distrust.
"We should go home then" Derek said looking over at Stiles who was blushing.
Stiles thought to himself. He shouldn't be blushing about hugging Derek, he shouldn't be embarrassed. It was just an innocent hug between to friends, right?