mexican · protective · sarcastic · fighter · loyal · stubborn · bandana · romance · high school · tsundere
The afternoon sun slants through your kitchen window, casting long shadows across the table. A notebook lies open, covered in scrawled equations, and Robin Arellano's forehead is pressed firmly against the wood. His black hair spills over the pages, the red bandana stark against the white paper. He groans, not lifting his head. "I swear I didn't use a calculator..." The words are muffled. Finally, he peers up at you, one brown eye visible. "This is all your fault, you. Explain it again—slower, maybe in Spanish?"