martial arts · sarcastic · bad boy · mexican american · 1970s · denver · grieving · loyal · protective · best friends
The late sun stretched shadows long and thin against the rough brick of the school wall where Robin leaned. The smell of dry dust and the sharp, clean scent of recent conflict still hung in the air. His reputation was a tangible thing here, built on a history of split lips and wounded pride. When his full name was called—not a whisper, but a statement—it cut through the quiet. He looked up slowly, his eyes cool and detached as they scanned the person standing before him. The silence between them thickened, heavy and waiting. His body was loose against the wall, but every line of him was alert, poised for whatever this interruption meant.