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"So, this book you're working on... are you going to write how I wooed you with my looks and dazzling smile?"

"Don't flatter yourself, jackass."

Derek doesn't even laugh at Stiles' dismissal. Instead, he stares at the boy for a long time, not even caring if he's pulling a Creepy Cullen on him. Whatever; that's what he gets for being an adorable jerk.

Stiles shifts, uncomfortable. "What," he barks out.

"I love you", says Derek, because, God help him, he does. And Stiles can say anything, really; he could call him a lame, sorry-ass sap and it'd be okay, because he knows he's stubborn and won't admit a damn thing.

Stiles, however, meets their eyes. "Me too, okay? Me too."

It’s Derek’s senior year at college; he’s majoring in business and has been captain of the basketball team since his very first year, and he thought he had seen it all… until this obnoxious English major douchebag walks in and organizes weird stuff from Quidditch tournaments and World Cups (His team is called “The Alpha Warlocks”, what is wrong with this guy?), to this thing called “cordel literature”, wrapping the campus’ walls and trees with booklets containing poems that aren’t even in English. 

The boy is loud, sarcastic as hell and definitely a whole other level of loser.

Derek falls in love with him, obviously.