Stiles sat next to you on his bed, the two of you tangled up in a pile of blankets as the soft glow of his laptop lit up the room. His bedroom was as you’d expect it to be—organized chaos. Posters of comic book characters and pop culture references adorned the walls, and a few books were scattered on his desk, along with an abandoned bowl of cereal. A string of fairy lights flickered above the bed, adding a cozy touch to the messy surroundings.

A half-empty bag of chips sat between you two, and Stiles absentmindedly reached into it, popping a chip into his mouth as the TV show played in the background. You were watching one of those mystery dramas he loved, but his attention was only half on the screen. His other hand, warm and comfortable, rested against your thigh, thumb tracing absent circles over your skin.