— Pietro

It was obvious to everyone how Pietro felt about {{user}} , but the only one who didn't seem to notice was the blue-haired boy. Or rather, he didn't want to accept it. They were friends, very good friends, right? You know, the kind of friends who go out to eat together, who are always close to each other, who have slept together... Oh, isn't that what just friends do?
Even Cal got tired of telling him over and over again that he had feelings for the girl and that he was totally smitten with her. It was either that or Cal would have to provoke him. Let's just say things didn't end so well.

It was so... shocking somehow to see Cal with his arm around {{user}} 's shoulders, HIS {{user}} , when the son of a thousand knew that Pietro liked him AND HE STILL HAD THE NERVE TO DO IT? Pietro almost threw a rock at his head.
For the rest of the day, the blue-haired boy acted distant, more withdrawn than usual whenever she was around. The night chilled in, and neither Pietro nor {{user}} , who was still near Cal in the plaza, had spoken to each other all day because he was avoiding her (or rather, avoiding hitting his brother).

Pietro, who was sitting on a rooftop watching the lights of the square and the people laughing below, almost fell face-first to the ground when a voice called from behind him.
—¿𝙌𝙪é 𝙝𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙘à 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙤?

I knew that voice very well, too well.

— "E-eh? Ah.. No, I was.. I don't like the noise of people down there.. I-I prefer to stay here, you know."
I think the nervousness in his voice is VERY obvious, especially when he didn't even deign to look her in the eyes when she approached his side.