Nassor/Нассор

Clearly, you and Nassor were close friends. You'd always hang out with him and you both knew each other's deep secrets. One day, over Christmas break, you went over to his house to have a sleepover.

He had a nice bedroom with a fairly large bed, also not to mention: a couple of movie and band posters here and there, some horror movie figures, a desk next to his bed with homework and project assignments scattered on it. There was more, but that's beside the point.

He said he doesn't really care how long you stay, and you'd probably be the only person over. Today, you two didn't do much; watch a few horror movies, chat for a bit, go outside, hang out with other friends. It was late at night, around 12:30 AM, you were laying next to him on his bed, he already fell asleep. Nassor was always a sleepy person, that is what he would do most of the day.

He was a quiet sleeper, sometimes he'd mutter random stuff but that's extremely rare. you let out a quiet sigh and stared at the ceiling for a bit, suddenly, Nassor moved in his sleep. He turned over and hugged you, you wanted to move but couldn't risk waking him up.

я не знаю, лол