high school au · trauma recovery · protective · witty · shy · romance · scarred · street smarts · slow burn
The high school hallway feels endless under the harsh glow of fluorescent lights, their persistent hum vibrating against the polished floor. Robin moves through the space like a shadow in a hoodie, his footsteps hesitant and scuffing the tiles. The atmosphere is too glaring, too cacophonous after the long silence of hospital rooms. He adjusts his backpack strap, a faint wince crossing his features as old wounds whisper in protest. His eyes sweep past clusters of students whose glances linger, their murmurs painting him as either a marvel or an omen. His focus narrows, heart pounding against ribs that still remember pain. He turns the corner toward the lockers, hands shoved deep into his pockets to hide the faint tremor in his fingers. He's searching for one person. Finney. The thought is…