Sky's Pov
The rooftop is still quiet—just the wind, the city lights below, and Rain's arms wrapped around me while I cry like an actual mess. Not the cute, delicate sobbing from romance dramas. The real kind—snotty, loud, gasping-for-air kind. The kind that cracks your ribs from the inside.
And still… he just holds me.
Tighter with every broken sound I make.
I'm clutching his jacket like it's the only thing keeping me from floating off into space when I hear the rooftop door slam open behind us.
"You started without me?!"
I blink, sniff, and lift my head off Rain's shoulder.
Rain sighs.
"Ren," I croak, wiping my face with my sleeve.
He marches toward us—wild brown hair, sharp eyes, hoodie unzipped like he sprinted his way up. There's a scowl on his face. But his eyes? They're… wet.
And then—
He kneels beside me.
No dramatic words. No teasing.
Just pulls me into the tightest, safest, Ren-iest hug ever.
"You dumb idiot," I whisper against his chest. "You absolute dumb… dumb buffoon."
"You've said that before," he mumbles, voice shaking.
"Because it's still true."
I lean back to look at both of them. Rain sitting silently on one side. Ren, awkward and quiet on the other. Both of them are watching me like I'm made of porcelain now.
"You both are idiots," I mutter again, hiccupping between every word.
Ren lifts an eyebrow. "I mean, yeah, obviously. But what specifically are we idiots for this time?"
I jab my finger against his rock-solid bicep. "For thinking I'd hate you. For keeping me in the dark. For protecting me so hard you ended up hurting me instead!"
Rain lowers his head, guilt carved deep into his features. Ren just presses his lips together, not trying to argue.
"And you!" I turn to Rain now, poking his chest. "Do you think waking me up every morning and carrying my stupid pink glitter bottle in your mafia pockets makes up for this?!"
His eyes widen. "You knew?"
"Rain. It LITERALLY sparkled in the sun when you pulled it out beside a GUN."
"…Fair point."
"And Ren!" I whirl on him now, jabbing him again in the shoulder. "You really thought you could make it all better by bringing me stupid bunny-shaped food and plushies?!"
He frowns. "Hey. That bunny pancake was a MASTERPIECE—"
"SHUT UP!" I yell, and then I'm full-on sobbing again as I hit both their arms with my tiny fists.
Of course, it doesn't hurt them.
They're jacked mafia boys.
I might as well be slapping bricks.
But they let me hit them anyway.
"I hate you both," I whisper, breaking. "I really freaking hate you both."
And then I'm pulled into a sandwich hug.
Ren on one side, strong and warm and grounding.
Rain on the other, quiet and gentle and solid.
Ren whispers, "Hate us all you want. Just don't shut us out again."
Rain adds, "We'd take your anger over your silence any day."
I let out a watery laugh against their shoulders.
"You guys are so dumb," I mutter. "Like emotionally constipated cavemen."
"Language," Ren grins.
"You kill people."
"Touche."
We sit there for a while. Me curled between them like a half-crushed stuffed toy, crying and laughing and telling them everything they already knew but needed to hear anyway.
That I don't hate them.
That I never could.
That they're my world, even if I'm mad.
Finally, Ren sighs and stands up, stretching dramatically.
"Well," he says, brushing his hoodie, "now that that's settled, how about pancakes tomorrow? You're not getting rid of me that easy, kid."
"I want bunny ones," I say, wiping my eyes.
He fake-gasps. "Demanding now? What are you, a princess?"
Rain stands too, brushing dust from his coat. "She always was."
And I laugh.
I laugh, and for the first time in a long time, the rooftop doesn't feel like a battlefield.
It feels like home again.