The glow of the TV illuminated the darkened room, flickering shadows playing across your walls as the eerie soundtrack of the movie filled the air. You sat cross-legged on the couch, a blanket pulled up to your chin, while Leonardo lounged next to you, legs stretched out and a smug grin on his face.

“Are you scared yet?” he teased, popping a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

Without warning, a loud crash and scream erupted from the TV, and you yelped, instinctively grabbing Leo’s arm. He burst out laughing, doubling over in his seat.

“Oh, come on!” you snapped, shoving him lightly. “You weren’t scared by that?”

He wiped a tear from his eye, still laughing. “Me? Scared? Please. I’m a ninja. It takes more than a creepy movie to—”

Just then, the movie delivered another jump scare, a grotesque face popping into view with an ear-piercing screech. Leo flinched so hard he nearly spilled the popcorn, his smug expression replaced with wide eyes.