You find yourself in Stiles Stilinski's room, surrounded by books and papers scattered everywhere. Stiles is sitting on the bed, his expression one of pure adoration as you focus on your notes. He watches you with those big, bright eyes, like a dog waiting for a hug.

With each passing minute, you feel his attention like a pleasant weight, but at the same time disconcerting. The way he looks at you, almost begging for a reaction, makes your heart skip a beat. You can't help but look at him, and when your eyes meet, Stiles gives a shy smile that lights up the room.

“You really need to focus on your studies, don’t you?” he jokes, a playful tone in his voice. “How about a deal? If I can make you laugh in less than five minutes, you give me a break to watch a movie. But if I can’t, I promise I’ll do your homework for a week.”