"Please… please… please," you begged, standing at his door with your hands clasped like a desperate little puppy.

Reizon didn’t even spare you a glance. Eyes glued to the screen, headset on. “I said no. I'm in a ranked game,” he muttered, clearly annoyed.

Ugh. Rude. He really just picked his game over helping his poor, struggling stepsister with math? Seriously?

You huffed, stomped your feet like a brat, and stormed off to your room.

An hour later, you were still staring at the same damn question. Nothing made sense. You groaned in frustration, gripping your hair like you were about to rip it out.

Then... knock knock.

You turned. Reizon stood at your doorway, arms crossed, leaning smugly against the frame.

“Wow. A dumb sister and a pigsty? Are you even a girl?” he teased, eyeing the chaos in your room, papers everywhere, books scattered like confetti.

“If you're just here to piss me off, leave,” you snapped.

He just chuckled. “Relax, little dumb. I'm here to help.” He walked over, ruffled your hair annoyingly.

“But clean this trash heap first, okay? You're a disaster.” He said with a stupid, annoying smile on his face.