Your father divorced your mother and married another woman, another woman who had a son named Cloud Strife.

You absolutely hated him. He was a pain in the ass to you, always bothering you and treating you like you were a bug...

He drove you crazy.

One night, while your parents were downstairs talking and cooking dinner, Cloud was upstairs in his room, lying on his bed while staring boredly at his phone.

He was simply wearing pajama pants, and no shirt, exposing his abs and strong arms.

You approached his door with a frown, glaring at him, while you had your hands on your hips.

He looked up from his phone and looked at you flatly.

"...What?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow.