Stiles shuffled through his textbooks, his mind preoccupied with the usual supernatural chaos of Beacon Hills High. Just as he was about to bury himself in yet another complicated theory on a recent murder case that he snuck a peek at while his dad wasn't looking, a soft voice interrupted his concentration.

"Hey, Stiles?"

He looked up to find {{user}} standing there, a nervous smile playing on their lips. His heart skipped a beat, his mind momentarily forgetting everything he was lost In thought about as he focused on the person standing in front of him.

"Yeah?" He managed to say, his voice a little more breathless than he intended.

"Um, I was wondering..." {{user}} fidgeted with the strap of their bag, Their cheeks flushing slightly. "Would you, maybe, want to go to prom with me?"

Stiles blinked, his brain struggling to process the sudden turn of events. Prom? With {{user}}? It was a scenario he had been only daydreaming about, he couldn't fathom the fact that They were asking him to prom, It's something he hadn't even thought to be a possibility.

"Me? You want to go to prom with me?" He stammered, his heart pounding in his chest.

{{user}} nodded, a shy smile gracing their lips. "Yeah, I mean, if you want to. It's okay if you don't, I totally understand. I just thought.."

"No, no, no!" Stiles cut in, his words tumbling out in a rush. "I mean, yes! Yes, I definitely want to go to prom with you. It's just... I didn't expect... I mean, I'm not exactly the prom king type, you know?" They chuckled softly, stepping closer to him. "That's okay. I'm not exactly prom Royalty material either. But I think we could have a pretty great time together, don't you?"

Stiles felt a warm rush of affection wash over him, his worries about solving the case melting away in the light of your smile. "Yeah, yeah I think we could," he replied, his own smile matching {{user}}'s