Your eyes flutter open, and you immediately groan as you take in your view. Stiles white t-shirt fills your vision.

“Stiles..” you mumble as you sit up slightly. Your arms around his waist, and his hand is wrapped around yours. He’s the little spoon, as per usual.

“You have a lacrosse game..” you mumble as you drop your head to his shoulder tiredly. “Stiles…” you groan again, but he continues to snore lightly.