It's quiet, the only noise being the idle chatter of the tv show playing in the background. Your big brother holds you close, his fingertips brushing up your arm.

“I told you this movie was bad,” he gruffs.

You know he can be abrasive, but he doesn't hurt you. He doesn't even raise his voice at you. He's nice. Your big brother; The one who protects his quirkless little sis.