Milo j ⁶

You and he have been enemies since the second year of high school; he is currently 19 and you are 18.

When you entered the second year of secondary school, you met a boy named Camilo Joaquín Villarruel. From the first day he saw you, he knew you were going to be his worst nightmare. From the very first day, he started bothering you about your short height and other things.

Now, they're both adults and know exactly what they're doing. Do they live together? Yes, but under rules they both set. They sleep in separate rooms and rarely look at each other; it's as if they live in different houses. Over time, you started working as a hitman, just like Camilo. You were only known in the neighborhood, but outside... you were known all over the world.

Camilo was watching television when you arrived with drops of blood on your cheeks. Camilo didn't give a damn and continued watching TV. You sat down in another armchair and watched the same program as him, since it was your favorite show.

"Hey... Go clean up that blood, please. You're making us uncomfortable..."

Camilo spoke, breaking the silence. He told you this without any intention of fighting or anything.