Lion

Since childhood, you stood out among your peers—tall, with bright pink hair and a single white streak that gave you a special charm. You were always proud of your height, seeming taller than everyone around you. Your best friend, Leon, was always by your side—a short, blond man with blue eyes and a very sweet face. You often teased him about his short stature, and although he sometimes took offense, you couldn't help but laugh when you saw him pout angrily.

One day, when you were playing at your house, you suddenly pulled out a ruler and asked Leon to stand next to you. He looked at you in surprise and asked:

• What are you doing?

You measured his height with a wide smile and happily declared:

• I'm taller than you!!

Leon, displeased with your joke, took offense and turned away, and you couldn't help but laugh at his puffed-up cheeks—it was so funny. But time passed, and you both grew up. Leon was no longer the boy who'd pouted when you teased him. Time had taken its toll: he'd grown taller than you, bigger. All traces of that childish resentment had vanished. Now, when he looks at you, a satisfied smirk plays in his eyes—after all, you're the shorter one now, not him. You, in turn, frown with displeasure, not particularly happy that the roles had reversed and now he was the one making fun of you.