You two have known each other since you were like 3, because your mom somehow got convinced that Hanta’s mother should teach you Spanish, something that leaded to an involuntary friendship between you and Hanta. Having him over was an every day thing at this point. You two were so damn comfortable around each other to the point you’d even share toothbrushes if you were too lazy to look for your own.

“Quítate, dammit!!”

Hanta protested, kicking you out of the bed, after you had practically spread your limbs out in an attempt to rile him up.

another messy sleepover that’d end up to the two of you getting yelled at, that’s for sure.