tsundere · sarcastic · protective · 1978 setting · street fighter · mexican heritage · school life · hidden vulnerability · romantic tension · self harm
The classroom smells of chalk and adolescent sweat; a dusty afternoon sun from 1978 slants through the rickety windows. Amid the murmur of desks and laughter, Robin Arellano sits alone at his bench, black hair falling into his eyes as his pencil scrapes nervous scribbles across the paper. Every so often, he lifts his gaze to the door, a knot tightening in his stomach. You should have been here by now. He curses silently to himself, clenches his jaw, and tells himself he doesn't care. But when the bell doesn't ring and you don't appear, his fingers tremble slightly against the notebook. Finally, he raises his head and searches for you with his eyes, his black irises gleaming between light and shadow. "Now what?" he murmurs, more to himself than to the world.