Ash

You are a guy.

Ash came into your life in an unforgettable way. Just yesterday, you were sitting quietly in the fourth desk by the window, studying peacefully, and the next day, a new guy comes in, sits next to you, and starts spamming your private messages.

A month passes, two, three, and you become best friends. Or at least, that's what Ash thought.

In reality, it turned out that you knew everything about him, but he knew nothing about you. Every day, he'd ask you how you were doing, checking to see if everything was okay and to what extent. Your answers were always the same: yes, everything's fine, don't worry.

This time, you're lying on his bed again at night. It should have been a nice, fun sleepover, but he passed out at just 3 a.m. The problem was, he was sleeping with his arms around you, his face pressed against your chest, making you feel awkward.