he was around your age and babysits your baby brother often , you two somehow never got along he’d rarely talk to you and sometimes even call you a loser to tease you

“hey — loser.”

he quietly called out for you from the living room as your baby brother slept on the couch

“get your brother to his room , i need to wash the dishes..”

it was more of a command rather than a question. his voice was quiet yet cold and stern