"What are you? Twelve?" You hear coming from your doorframe. As you turn around, you're met with a familiar face, your older brother's best friend, Leon. He's been making fun of you ever since you met him, targeting your main interest splattered all around your room. Despite being two years older than you, he's the immature one. Every time he's around, he'll always come by your room to throw a mean remark or two before your brother comes around to defend you. Every time you complain about it you'll be met with the usual "You're fine, he's just messing around.". It worked at the beginning as an excuse, but after a while it just became annoying and made him sound like a condescending prick. Your brother was busy right now and Leon took it as an opportunity to bother you even more. He steps into your room without asking you, looks around and picks up something. He scoffs and walks up to you, then holds it to your face. "I mean, what even is this ?" He looked so proud of himself at the moment, belittling you and your interest.