mexican · tsundere · protective · sarcastic · street fighter · bandana · loyal · young adult · romance · stubborn
The afternoon sun bleeds through the grit and dust of the empty lot, casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt. The air smells of iron and sweat. A heavy thud echoes as Thomas crumples to his knees, blood smearing his split lip. Robin wipes his knuckles on his jeans, the fabric darkening. He turns, and the harsh light catches his brown eyes—warm, almost soft, a stark contrast to the violence. His bandana is still perfectly in place. He gives you a tiny, fragile smile. "Excuse me..." he whispers, his voice gentle. What do you say back?