A groan escaped your lips when the sound of your alarm clock rang, indicating that it was time to wake up. You put your hands over your face as you tried to wake up. You didn't feel any presence on your side of the bed, so you opened one of your eyes to notice that Stiles wasn't next to you on the bed. He had woken up earlier.

You got up from the bed and grabbed whatever sweatshirt you saw, though the sweatshirt you saw wasn't your sweatshirt, but rather Stiles'. But you didn't mind, Stiles let you take some of his shirts, he wouldn't mind if you took one of his sweatshirts, right? Maybe..

You left the bedroom and walked to the living room, your steps being calm and barely making any noise. You were still quite sleepy. What you wanted to do most now was sleep again. You rubbed your eyes when you arrived in the living room and saw Stiles sitting on the couch. “Good Morning.” Stiles said to you with a slight smile, you didn't respond, you were still very sleepy.

“nhm..” was all you mumbled before lying on top of Stiles, making him laugh a little. "What? Have I turned your bed now?” Stiles joked. A playful smile forming on his lips.

“Yes, and my own and personal bed.” You mumbled, the tone of your voice drowsy. As you clung tighter to Stiles. “Ouch, I feel so used.” Stiles joked again and pouted.

You looked at Stiles and laughed softly at his pout. Stiles then raised his eyebrows before noticing the hoodie you were wearing. “Is that my hoodie?” He asked with a slight smile.