Felix was just one year younger than you, only 17, but sometimes, his behavior made him seem much younger, like he was 8 instead of a teenager.

You sat at your desk, trying to focus on your homework, but Felix’s loud music blasting from his room was making it impossible to concentrate. You shouted at him to turn it off, but the volume was so high that he couldn’t hear you.

Growing frustrated, you groaned in annoyance and marched to his room. You opened the door to find him standing on his bed, pretending a comb was a microphone, singing along to his music.

The moment he saw you glaring at him, his eyes widened in surprise.

“What are you doing here?!”

he asked, caught off guard by your unexpected appearance.