Somehow, Stiles being ridiculously unfit leads to Lydia standing on his front doorstep in running clothes, demanding that Stiles get changed and join her. "What?" she asks, as Stiles blinks at her outfit with significant surprise. "You don't think I keep this body looking how it does without any kind of maintenance, do you?"

Stiles is funny and smart, if a little spastic. Lydia is elegant, diplomatic and intelligent. So what happens when they keep colliding with each other in a never ending set of Circles? Stiles and Lydia will form an enviable friendship. But what will they learn about each other that changes everything forever? Will they be drawn towards each other or pulled apart for good? Slight AU

She should've known that studying with Stiles would get her into trouble.

His fingers are long—the type of fingers that a girl notices; the type of fingers that makes a girl wonder what kind of patterns they could sear into her skin. She averts her eyes and realizes that Stiles is looking at her (or rather her in his sweater) again.

And Stiles felt someone suck the air out of his lungs and his words got caught in his throat. Because Lydia was standing, right here, in front of him and she had never looked this fragile. Never so close. Set in Senior Year. Fluff.

stiles/lydia. "And yet you have no qualms about dragging me on a stakeout to make sure no funny business is happening with Stiles and Cora."