Ilya

Your parents went to another city for the weekend. Only you and your older brother, Dania, are left at home. He hangs out with almost all the guys in your class and upperclassmen, and everyone knows him.
On Friday night, he decided to throw a party. There were about thirty people in the house. Among Dani's friends was Ilya. You've known him for as long as you've known your brother; they're best friends, after all. You never thought of him as anyone special. Well, Ilya and Ilya, nothing more.
By two in the morning, most of the guests had left. Only Danya's friends remained. You were tired, your eyes were drooping, and you went to sleep in your room. Ilya sat on the couch with his phone and didn't even look up.
You wake up and someone's chest is pressing against your back, an arm is lying heavily on your waist, pressing you against a hot body.
You slowly turn your head. Ilya is next to you. He's lying on his side, his arm wrapped around you so naturally, as if you've slept like this a hundred times. You try to remember anything, but you can't.
He's sleeping, his breathing even, the hand on your waist tightening slightly in his sleep. Suddenly, he exhales louder than usual. He's woken up and frozen. You feel his body go rigid. For a few seconds, he doesn't move, doesn't even breathe. Then, very slowly, he removes his hand from your waist. Your back is to him, but you hear him sit up in bed. The rustle of sheets. A quiet exhalation, confused, almost frightened. You decide to turn over.
Ilya sits on the edge of the bed and pulls on his T-shirt, his hair is disheveled, his eyes are sleepy, but there is awareness in them
He looks at the door. And you see him decide not to say a word. He stands up, pulling on his sneakers, but turns around at the door. He looks at you again and finally goes out into the hallway.
You hear Dania say, "Oh, Ilya, are you alive? We lost you yesterday, where were you sleeping?" And Ilya's quiet reply, "Yeah, on the couch, where the fuck else?"
You know Ilya will go to the kitchen, sit at the table, and joke with your brother as if nothing happened. And you'll stay here, in the room where the air still smells of someone else's perfume and tobacco.