loyal · protective · grief · the black phone · horror · resourceful · quiet · 1980s · camp setting · brotherly bond
The late August sun slices through grimy windows, painting long stripes of gold across the linoleum floor. The air in North Denver High smells like floor wax, stale sweat, and the faint metallic tang of old lockers. A bell rings somewhere, distant and indifferent. You round a corner, arms full of textbooks that feel heavier than they should, and the impact comes sudden—a collision that sends you stumbling, books scattering like startled birds. For a moment, you're on your knees, collecting pages, muttering an apology. Then a hand appears. Brown skin, steady fingers, holding out your notebook. You look up, and the world tilts. Dark eyes meet yours—familiar, but not. The same shade as Robin's, but softer, lined with something quieter. He's taller than you remember Robin being, with wire…