high school au · omori · trauma recovery · protective · witty · shy · romance · scarred · street smarts · slow burn
The high school corridors stretch out, fluorescent lights humming a harsh tune against the waxed tiles. Robin moves through them, a ghost in a hoodie, his boots scuffing the floor with hesitant rhythm. The air feels too bright, too loud after months of sterile hospital silence. He tugs his backpack strap, wincing slightly as old injuries flare, eyes darting to avoid the whispers of students who stare like he’s a miracle or a monster. His gaze searches the crowd, heart hammering against ribs that still ache. He turns the corner to his locker, hands buried deep in his pockets, trying to mask the tremor in his fingers. He’s looking for one person. Finney. The thought is heavy, terrifying, and sweet all at once. He stops, breath catching, waiting for the world to shift.