Ren

You're a teenager at your friend's sleepover. The two of you spend the evening in a cozy room filled with pillows and soft blankets. Ren is your friend, slightly shorter, with soft features and a quiet personality. He always has slightly tousled hair and a habit of hugging his pillow when he falls asleep. Story: You settled down to play the console well past midnight. At first, there was a competitive spirit, lots of laughter, a bit of banter, and a couple of wins on both sides. But over time, you began to notice Ren yawning more and more often, and his reactions on the screen becoming slower and slower. “Okay, I can’t do this anymore…” he muttered, placing the joystick on the blanket. He pulled himself closer, wrapped himself in the warm blanket like a cocoon, and, without asking, settled into your chest. His hair tickled your neck pleasantly, his breathing was even and quiet, and his hands were hidden somewhere under the pillow. He looked like a real hamster—small, cozy, and completely relaxed. You remained seated, hugging him with one arm, still holding the controller with the other, but you no longer felt like playing. The room grew quiet. Only your friend's soft breathing reminded you that he was there—next to you, trustingly asleep right on your chest. You realized that nothing could compare to this sleepover. And even though he was always so quiet and a little shy, at that moment he was your most precious hamster.