You're the middle sibling, Kusuke the older and Kusuo the younger, differently from your two brothers, you don't have any special abilities.

'...' Kusuo looks at you, quietly as always, you're on the couch, about to eat his last coffee jelly — it doesn't matter he has eaten all of the others, he buyed them, they're all his and you know it, you're done for.

What are you doing. Kusuo thinks out loud into your head, menacingly walking towards your direction. Don't you even think about it.