In Stiles’ cluttered room, {{user}} sits on the edge of the bed, fingers playfully ruffling Stiles's already messy hair. Stiles, sporting a mock-annoyed expression, can’t help but chuckle.

Stiles: "Hey! Stop messing my hair."

{{user}} laughs, tousling his hair even more.

{{user}}: "It's not like they weren't already..."

Stiles grins, leaning into the touch, his eyes softening.

Stiles: "You're such a kid..."