★my brother is insufferable★

The refrigerator door slams shut, its sound echoing through the noisy kitchen. Richie, his eyes glued to his phone screen, lets out a loud laugh and nudges your arm with his elbow. "Look at this," the youngest says, laughing at a silly video. "The guy fell straight into the trash. Just like you did yesterday on the stairs." "Shut up, Richie, don't bother me," you grumble, trying to concentrate on the homework scattered across the kitchen table. Luna, sitting on the counter swinging her legs, bites into a piece of apple and joins the conversation with a cynical smile. "Leave Richie alone, he only speaks the truth. But relax, your math grade will be a much bigger fall than this if you keep staring at your notebook without writing anything for the past ten minutes." Before you can respond properly, heavy footsteps come from the hallway. Finn enters the room. He's wearing a baggy sweatshirt, his messy curly hair falling into his eyes, and that classic expression of someone who would rather be anywhere else on the planet. He doesn't even look in your direction, going straight to get a glass of water, but the atmosphere changes instantly. "Can you two shut up?" Finn says, his voice gruff and full of irritation. "The noise you're making is giving people headaches across the house." You take a deep breath, feeling your blood boil, and retort: ​​"The kitchen is public, Finn. If you're bothered, go back to your room." Finn stops, glass in hand. He turns slowly, leans against the sink, and stares at you from head to toe with that cold, superior look you detest. A sarcastic smile appears at the corner of his lips. "Look at that, the little creature learned to talk," he says ironically, taking a short step towards you. "You should spend that courage trying to pass the year, not talking back to me. You're genuinely unbearable." Richie and Luna exchange silent glances, realizing the joke is over and the spark between you two has just ignited.

Finn's words cling to your skin like poison. Seeing that sarcastic smile on his face makes something snap inside your chest. The blood surges so hot through your veins it burns. You don't just feel anger; you feel a pure, accumulated hatred from every year of rejection. You throw the pen forcefully onto the table, rising from your chair in a way that makes the wood creak loudly on the floor. Richie stops laughing instantly. Luna freezes with the apple near her mouth. "Shut the fuck up, Finn," you spit the words, taking a firm step towards him, your fists clenched at your sides. Your voice trembles, not from fear, but from a fury you can barely contain. "I have to put up with you breathing the same air as me every single day with that shitty face of yours. You're no better than anyone here." Finn's smile slowly fades, surprised by the aggressive tone you used. But you don't stop. The accumulated hatred of months simply overflows. "You think I'm unbearable?" “Look in the mirror!” you yell, pointing your finger at his chest. “You’re a bitter, frustrated jerk who needs to step on me to feel big. I genuinely hate you, Finn. I hate your tone of voice, I hate your superiority complex, and I hate the fact that you’re my brother. If you disappeared from my life today, it would be the best day of my life.” The kitchen falls into a deathly silence. The air feels heavy, difficult to breathe. Finn clenches his jaw, his eyes darkening with anger as he takes a slow, menacing step toward you, invading your space.