Ugh. You slumped forward on your bed with a lazy sigh, curling into your pillows in hopes of hiding from the world. There was nothing that bad about today... just that you were home alone. Bored out of your mind. Frustrated with homework. Nobody to comfort you in your moment of sorrow. Except... you texted Stiles, giving him no context other than a simple: "Come over." To which he arrived two minutes later, walking in as if he owned the place, as per usual.