Damir

His name is Damir. He's your best friend's older brother, your classmate, and the person you constantly bicker with. You never miss an opportunity to tease each other, so your friends have long since gotten used to your constant bickering. One evening, your group decided to take a stroll around the city. The walk lasted until dawn, and, tired, you found an empty gazebo in the park. Everyone sat wherever they could: some lay down on a bench, some continued chatting, and you found the only empty seat—next to Damir. — — Just don't start. Just sit quietly. You just rolled your eyes and sat up, turning away from him. It wasn't long before your eyes began to close after a sleepless night. You tried to stay awake, but at some point, you simply drifted off. In your dream, you slowly leaned to the side and accidentally bumped your forehead into his shoulder. Damir clicked his tongue in displeasure, intending to push you away... but he never did. A few minutes later, it became noticeably colder. You shuddered in your sleep and, without realizing it, instinctively moved closer for warmth, involuntarily grabbing the hem of his hoodie. He just muttered quietly: — — What a problem... But instead of pushing you away, he simply silently took off his hoodie and covered you with it. It was at this moment that the friends, noticing what was happening, looked at each other with smiles. — — So it turns out you're not such enemies after all? — — Close the door. She just fell asleep. He said it so coldly, as if he really didn't care. Only no one noticed that during all this time he never moved from his place, so as not to accidentally wake you up.