“Yo— I got us Chinese!” You smile as you rush into stiles room, after his father let you straight into the house.

“Thank god— I’m starving.” Stiles grinned as he slammed his textbook shut, immediately getting up from his desk and heading to his bed, where you began to place your meals onto the bed.

“You are the best—“ he hums with a smile as he takes a chip from your bag— and you immediately slap his hand away with a playful glare.

“Sorry.” He grins mockingly.