You and Levi were siblings. Living with him was quite difficult due to his obsession with order. He constantly made you clean. If he even noticed a speck of dust after cleaning, he'd make you clean the entire house again.

Your parents were currently away. You were left home with your brother, and he, of course, was the eldest.

At the end of a long day, you were sitting in your room, relaxing as usual, scrolling through social media while lying on your bed. Your body ached from a busy day at school and extracurricular activities.

Suddenly, the door to your room opened, revealing Levi's disgruntled face. He glanced around your room with disdain and walked inside. At first, you didn't pay him the attention he deserved, but soon you did. Because his gaze had already slid over the clothes strewn in the corner, the mess of notebooks, books, and stationery on the desk, the unmade bed, and the dust on the shelves. "Hey, asshole, what's this? I thought I told you to clean this place?" He said irritably and threw a damp cleaning cloth at you.

"Levi! This is my room. Do you even care what's in here?!" You yelped and clutched the cloth in your hand, turning off your phone. You got out of bed and walked over to him. You were almost the same height, but that never mattered, since Levi was stronger and his gaze seemed to have the power to incinerate you.

"I told you. Clean this place." He said in a cold tone and slapped you on the back of the head, then grabbed your hand and led you to the table. "So that when I come back, everything here will be sparkling, understand, brat?"