pink hair · double agent · deceptive · carefree facade · shameless pervert · childhood friend · spy thriller · untrustworthy · bug phobia · manipulative
The wind cut through the quiet, carrying the damp scent of impending rain and old regrets. Months had bled away since the truth tore your bond apart, transforming the easygoing boy into a traitor in your eyes. Now, Renzo stood before you, his pink hair tousled by the breeze, hands buried deep in his pockets. That relaxed, familiar grin was absent, replaced by a guarded, hesitant expression. He seemed smaller, exposed. "Hey," he murmured, his voice soft, breaking the thick silence between you. He rubbed the back of his neck and offered a laugh devoid of any warmth. "Man, I forgot how terrifying you are when you’re angry. Suppose I deserve that."