After Scott, who was supposed to be Stiles' best friend starts drifting away after the whole thing with the nogitsune, and then Noah starts ignoring Stiles, then Derek not taking their relationship seriously, he decides to leave Beacon Hills, sendin...
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❝Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony❞ - Mahatma Gandhi
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Stiles was sleeping peacefully when the smell of eggs hits his nose. He lets out an unintentional hum, before he groggily opens his eyes, squinting when the sun light hits them. He slowly sits up and thanks the gods that he's a Kitsune and can heal, but he can still feel the bruises on his body throb.
He swings his legs over the bed and throwing the blanket off of him, noticing that he's clean, Arlo and Otto probably cleaned him up after they were done. Looking down at his body, his hand comes up and runs over the marks on his chest. Stiles kinda just passed out after everything, having sex with those two made Stiles exhausted, which he'll note down for future purposes.
As he walks towards his dresser, he notices that they're no clothes on the floor, odd. He takes out a pair of boxers and slides them up before he heads for his room door.
Otto was sitting at the kitchen island, a cup of coffee in his hand as he watches Arlo cook breakfast. Then he suddenly hears a familiar heart beat. A small smile forms on his face as he turns his head to see Stiles walking into the kitchen with nothing but a pair of boxers, his eyes runs up the guy's body and his smile turns into a grin when he sees the marks on his mate's body.
"Hello darling, did you sleep well?" Arlo asks, briefly looking at Stiles before he turns back to the food.
Stiles hums, looking Arlo up and down. He's just in a pair of sweatpants. "Sweatpants? Where did you get those from, because you damn sure don't fit my clothes."
"Otto went to our apartment to get a clean pair of clothes, I just didn't bother putting on a shirt." Arlo lets out a chuckle, putting the eggs onto a plate.
"I'm not complaining, if I have a man that cooks breakfast shirtless, I am not complaining." Stiles says truthfully as he turns to the coffee maker, he stops mid action when he already sees that coffee is made.
"Sorry that we're using everything without asking, you were sleeping and we didn't want to wake you." Otto speaks up, a sheepish expression on his face.
Stiles looks at him with a smile. "Trust me, I don't mind. There's coffee and breakfast made, again, I'm not complaining." He chuckles, pouring himself a cup of coffee.
Arlo looks at him with a raised brow when Stiles starts to put a lot of sugar inside his coffee. Said male looks at him with a shrug.
"Don't judge." Stiles says, taking a sip.
Arlo just chuckles. "Go sit, breakfast is almost done."
