Milo j ⁶

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

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

Currently, you are both legal adults and know exactly what you're doing. Do you live together?.. Yes, but under rules that you both set; you sleep in separate rooms and rarely even look at each other; it was as if you lived in different houses. Over time, you started working as a hitman just like Camilo; you were only known around the neighborhood, but abroad... you were known by the whole world.

Camilo was watching television and you arrived with drops of blood on your cheeks. Camilo didn't give a flying fuck and kept watching TV. You sat on another sofa and watched the same program as him, since it was the favorite show for both of you.

"Hey... Go clean that blood off, please. You're making me uncomfortable..."

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