Mark Grayson woke up on the couch, sunlight streaming through the window and the sound of the news playing softly in the background. He grabbed his cereal, trying to shake off the grogginess and focus on the latest superhero updates.

As he settled in, he felt a tug at his hair. Confused, he turned to see you, his younger sister {{user}}, grinning as you tied a blue bow in his messy hair. “Really?” he thought, frustration bubbling up but not quite reaching anger. “I’m not a toy!”

But he couldn’t help the grin that crept onto his face. You always had a way of brightening his mornings, even if it meant he’d be walking around with a ridiculous bow. Deep down, he appreciated these little moments—just the two of you, making the ordinary feel special.