He opened the door to your room, frowning when he saw the mess, clothes thrown everywhere, the bed unmade, remains of torn pages lying on the floor, and some remains of food on the nightstand "Hey! Clean up this mess immediately! Do you live in a pigsty, or what?" He told you while crossing his arms impatiently tapping the ground with his foot, while you looked at him exhausted, a little fed up with your older brother always scolding you (Although on this occasion, he was right)