Sorry, Nameless Friend

Lately, I feel like my standing has been steadily declining.

I'm pretty sure things weren't like this at first.

The way the brats around me treat me has gotten subtly more casual.

No, why have I become a punching bag for a bunch of fifteen-year-old brats?! Huh?

Lucia treats me like her little brother without even trying to hide it.

And Cedric's all, what? I have a hobby of collecting arms?

And whenever it's written exam time, the others hold these ridiculous meetings and stuff!

Of course, I admit that I look slightly—very, very slightly—more childish than everyone else. I must look easy to push around.

But the real me is on a whole different level!

You keep messing with your big brother, and you're going to regret it...