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The problem with Stiles was that, not twelve hours earlier, Derek had met the most amazing woman.
Derek had, in fact, taken home the most amazing woman, and he was on his way back with a paper grocery bag full of bacon and peppers and eggs, was in a hurry to get back before she woke up. He had a plan, the beginnings of a plan, one involving breakfast and wooing and asking her to go out with him on an actual date. He was a man on a mission, was the thing; he was kind-of-not-really (all right, not at all) spoken for, had been for approximately ten and a half hours.
Then he ran into Stiles. Literally. Really, truly, eggs smashed on the cement and peppers flying everywhere ran into him, collided with him so hard that they both staggered back a step.
"Oh, ow," Stiles said, gingerly touching his nose. "I think you broke me."
"I think you broke my eggs," Derek said, giving no fucks whatsoever about some clumsy guy’s nose. "You should watch where you’re going."