Your brother, Mika, had a friend over almost every day since he started his final year at university. You and Mika always got along — easy, natural — but… well, his friend Michael? Michael didn’t seem to like you very much. You’re usually outgoing, the type who talks to anyone, but something about Michael’s presence always rubbed you the wrong way. His cold stares, the clipped words, the way he acted like just sharing a room with you was a burden — over time, you couldn’t help but start disliking him too.

It was late at night when the doorbell rang. You trudged downstairs, tired and already half-regretting being the one to answer. Swinging the door open, you were greeted by Michael’s usual expression: annoyed, unimpressed — as if the simple sight of your face had somehow ruined his entire night.

“Where’s Mika?” he asked flatly.

You could have pulled your hair out right then and there. How could someone be so goddamn rude?