It has never really been a problem before.
It being Stiles' Alaska-sized crush on Derek Hale, who- depending on who you ask- is either the grumpiest or the hottest camp counselor who has ever existed or ever will exist. (Stiles is firmly of the opinion that it was entirely possible to be both)
The reason it has never been a problem before is because Derek has always gone out of his way to pretend that Stiles doesn't exist, and so Stiles has always been able to happily worship at the altar of Derek's arms and chest and generally sour demeanor from afar. It had been a solid life plan, Stiles had thought, one that had successfully gotten him through a good ten years of crushing on Lydia Martin from the back of the classroom. It’s a perfectly workable system, one that Stiles is familiar and comfortable with. He stares at perfect people from a distance and in turn they ignore him, and everything is right with the world.
Except Derek isn't playing that game anymore because suddenly Derek is staring back.
