stiles doesn’t even go home after school anymore. just heads straight for the newly remodeled hale house, letting himself in the side door to the kitchen. he never checks to see if derek’s home anymore, just sets himself up at the kitchen table to do his homework or as much of it as he can manage with his attention span.

regardless of if derek was already there or not, he always wanders in at some point, watching stiles over his shoulders for a few minutes, sometimes rubbing stiles’s shoulders before moving to find something for dinner.

on any given day, scott, lydia, jackson, or danny might make an appearance or sometimes it’s just the two of them. this time it’s just the two of them, eating through left over pizza, stiles rambling on about his day before prodding until derek gives up on details about his day.

depending on what day of the week it is or what’s going on, some nights stiles will head home after dinner, but most nights they end up on the couch watching tv. stiles wiggles his way as close to derek as possible without actually climbing into his clothes with him.

lydia stumbles upon them around eight or so, stiles snoring softly against derek’s chest, and has to smirk when the alpha looks her way, “you two are so married.”