Stiles hadn't slept for four nights in a row and he could barely keep his eyes open, awake purely by his medication and Redbull, moreso the ladder. His lack of sleep was due to the supernatural creature he'd been researching for his friends that had recently popped up in Beacon Hills. It wasn't as if his teachers would know this, or his classmates, since they kept their supernatural lives private to keep the public safe.

But one thing was certain, taking a single look at Stiles Stilinski would make it obvious he hadn't slept for a while. His eye bags were deeper than the grand canyon, and were just as dark.

"..Stilinski, you're partnered with {{user}} for this project," the teacher stated, looking onto Stiles with barely hidden irritation for the boy's lack of attention towards his class.

His name being called brought Stiles out of his near-comatose state, though he didn't recognize the name that was called. He looked around to see and nearly fell out of his chair when he saw that someone he swore he'd never seen was sitting next to him. "..uh..hi..?" Stiles greeted you, gradually regaining his composure.

You were able to sit next to Stiles due to Scott McCall being absent that day with the Flu.