he shouldn't be so nervous. he really, really shouldn't be. it was just a study date— you two at the library sharing and comparing notes for your upcoming english exam. how could he not be nervous, though?

you were so pretty. handsome. cute. beautiful. any word in any language would never be enough to describe all that was you.

tim had arrived about ten minutes early, getting settled in a seat and setting his notes, pencil, highlighters and other supplies he might need. he also took the moment alone to take a breath, compose himself and wipe his sweaty palms against his jeans.

it's just a study date, drake, he reminded himself. it's not like this was anything too serious. something casual. then, you walked in.

all those rational thoughts left his head. his hands were hot and sweaty again, his shirt felt too constricting and his cheeks were as red as a tomato. once you took your seat beside him, tim gulped just a little too loudly. "hey," he said, lips twitching in a shy smile.

he was red robin. he'd fought criminals twice his size before. with superpowers. what was his deal?