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It’s a flick really, the white tip of his tail wiggling just a bit as he more or less chugs the water bottle he’d brought. He’s relieved that only other foxes can see each others tails because it’s fun being the only one to see the way Kira’s puffs out shyly as she kisses Scott between classes. He’d been curious about his own tail but he’d been told it didn’t give much away; it was a good thing he supposed since Kira’s mother had often criticized her tail for giving away her attacks.
Still, for someone new to the whole supernatural biz Kira was a quick study and definitely not an easy sparring partner, as shown by the bruises and sweat coating Stiles’ skin. Trying to appear casual, he wiped at his mouth and cocked his head to the left; before he could even get the words out to answer Kira’s question he could tell by her raised brow she wouldn’t fall for it.
"So that’s a yes."
He groans, ” Why are you even bringing this up? Like, is there a purpose to this interrogation?”
She rolls her eyes, ” I’m not interrogating you, it’s just…my mom told me that a new kitsune has little to no control usually. It’s kind of like what Scott was telling me, about anchors? I know Scott is anchored by his love for his friends and family and his love for, ” her face told him who she was thinking of, ” I was just curious if that was your anchor too.”
"Love? Well, yeah. My dad, Scott, Melissa, and-"
"No, love-love."
He pauses, then sighs, ” Lydia and I are complicated, okay? I don’t-“
Yelping, he scoots away when she pinches him, ” I already know there’s someone you love romantically. Your tail gave you away earlier. And I know it’s not Lydia, or Malia. So who is it? Do I know them?” Another twitch of his treacherous, mostly invisible appendage to which she exclaimed “ah-ha!”
Stiles groans, hiding his face in his hands, ” Look, I don’t like h-, I mean, anyone. I don’t like anyone like that-“
"So it’s a boy!"
"No, no-"
Kira is downright giddy, “And I know them! Is it Scott? Isaac? Danny? That one stoner in Econ? Tyler in Spanish? Oooh, is it Greenberg? Wait, no- Oh my gawd.”
"No, shut up-"
"It’s-"
He’s not above begging, ” Kira-“
"Derek?!"
He’s blushing, he’s sure of it. He’s absolutely certain he’s red from the bridge of his nose all the way below his shirt collar. He can feel the hair standing up on his tail and Kira is giggling like a maniac. He traps his tail between his hands, trying to keep it still as Kira blasts him with questions like “how long?” and “what are you going to do?”, and “do you prefer tight shirt!Derek or leather jacket!Derek?”. He doesn’t respond, trapped in a glass cage of shame until suddenly he realizes Kira is waving at someone approaching from behind him.
It would seem right that it be Derek but to his relief it’s Scott…followed closely by Derek. Kira nudges him, eyes twinkling as she exclaims loudly to the oblivious wolves, ” Double dates!”
"Date?" Derek asks, a weird expression on his face.
"Yeah, me and Scott, you and Stiles. Wouldn’t that be fun?” Kira nudges Stiles with her elbow, smiling at Derek. Scott just looks confused, especially when Derek shrugs with forced nonchalance and moves closer to Stiles.
Stiles thanks God that only Kira can see his tail wiggling up a storm.