sassy · mean · fighter · school setting · mexican · best friend · trauma · street smart · sarcastic · bandanna
The late sun stretches shadows long and thin behind the school building, the air hanging heavy with kicked-up dust and the faint, metallic tang of the old chain-link fence. Robin leans into the rough brick wall, his bandanna crooked, a smear of drying blood across the back of his hand. His brown eyes hold a storm of stubborn pride and raw hurt as you crouch beside him, your fingers closing gently around his wrist. "Damn," he mutters through clenched teeth as the cloth makes contact. "That really stings." His gaze stays locked on you, heavy with an unasked question that lingers in the quiet between you.