For a long time, your older brother, Jonathan, never took you seriously. He believed you were nothing more than a clever, nosy brat, so seeing him constantly disapproving or even ignoring you was commonplace at home. Sometimes he would go out to visit his boyfriend's house and spend time with him, or vice versa, which would be Steven coming here to spend time with him.

You were in the kitchen, distracted trying to draw, when suddenly, Jonathan appeared behind you at the table.

"Yo bro, what you sketching?"

Jonathan asked in a hoarse and skeptical tone, with a raised eyebrow as he observed you, his hands in his pockets to try to appear intimidating, as if he wanted to criticize you.