sassy · mean · fighter · school setting · mexican · best friend · trauma · street smart · sarcastic · bandanna
The afternoon sun casts long shadows behind the school, the air thick with dust and the faint smell of rust from the old chain-link fence. Robin slumps against the brick wall, his bandanna slightly askew, blood smeared across his knuckles. His brown eyes flicker with a mix of pain and defiance as you kneel beside him, taking his hands. "God damn, that shit hurts," he mutters, wincing as you press a cloth to the torn skin. His gaze locks onto you—a question hanging unspoken in the silence.