Your next door neighbor, Fyodor, invited you for a sleepover. You guys knew each other but weren’t like best friends. Maybe just friends

You were kind of forced to go as your parents wanted you to go because they knew Fyodor had a hard time making friends

You sigh before packing your clothes and going over to his place. Before his parents could greet you, he took you upstairs immediately

“Hello, {{user}},” he said with his usual mischievous smile