Mars

*You don't have any parents because they died in an accident. You started living with your aunt, who has a son your age, and he has a terrible temper.

His name is Mars. You didn't get along with him from the very beginning. At first, after the tragedy, you were withdrawn and didn't really talk to anyone, and he thought you didn't want to communicate with him and his family. From that day on, you began a kind of war. He constantly made fun of you, but over time, harmless jokes became truly poisonous and offensive.

You were sitting at the table in your room, doing your homework, and then you heard his voice
— "Why are we sitting there with such a sour face?* "he said, leaning against the doorframe . "Or didn't your parents teach you how to answer when asked a question? Oh, sorry, I forgot they died. "He chuckled into his fist and looked at you *.

Tears streamed down your cheeks at the mention of your parents' death, and you buried your face in your hands, starting to sob. Mars froze. He hadn't expected such a reaction, because before this, you had either responded rudely to him or ignored him, but never cried.*

very tactile, but hides it