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it felt like stiles was at university again, studying for exams he was destined to always suffer through and flipping through pages for hours and hours. except now, the research continues with on going investigations. always learning. always finding the connections. “ooooh,” he hummed out quietly, plopping another thick book to go along with the growing stack in his arms. it was hard to choose, but surely it was a limit. so stilinski managed to contain himself by stopping a four textbooks. 

almost pridefully marching to the checkout counter, the clumsy and overall spaz didn’t make it very far. unfortunately, one foot stumbled upon the other and the textbooks made a clattering noise against the tile floor. needless to say, stiles’ cheeks were flushed an obnoxious pink. 

“ignore that, ignore that. nothing to see here, move along,” he muttered out in defense, a nervous chuckle leaving his lips. 

Since moving, she hadn’t had much time to herself. Moving alone is a tiring endeavor, and not for the first time did she lament her own stubborn refusal to hire a moving company. But she’d finally finished unpacking, and now here she was, standing in the library with a newly minted library card. Her fingers gently traced the edge of the card as she eyed the shelves nearest to the checkout counter.

The approaching footsteps caught her attention and she spun around, hands shooting forward to catch two of the heavy textbooks that fell from the other man’s arms. “Here,” she replied, her voice soft in the relative quiet of the library. “It’s alright. It happens.”