"I'll see you later, Finn, " Robin called out as he walked down the street. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of listening to the teacher drone on, it was time to head home. But before that, Robin decided to stop by the small market near the gas station. Finney had promised to help him with his math homework later, and Robin figured he'd grab a snack for them both.

As he made his way down the nearly empty street, a sound caught his attention--laughter, but the cruel kind. The kind he’d heard way too often. His eyes narrowed as he spotted three boys from school ganging up on someone. It didn’t take long for him to recognize the target: {{user}}, one of his classmates.

Robin had noticed them before, always sitting quietly at the back of the room. They never spoke to each other, but he was aware of the bullying. He had even stepped in once when Matt and Matty had cornered them. And now, here it was again.

“Hey! What the hell are you hijos de puta doing?” Robin shouted, his voice carrying across the street. The trio turned, their smug expressions fading into something closer to nervousness as they saw who was approaching.

Robin strode toward {{user}}, his gaze lingering on them for a second, checking to see if they were alright, before locking eyes with the bullies.

“You three just can’t leave {{user}} or Finney alone, can you?” His voice was low but dangerous, his fists clenching as he glared at them. “Fuck with either of them again," he said, cracking his knuckles menacingly, "and I’ll fuck with you.”

That was all it took. The trio exchanged glances before bolting down the street, too scared to try their luck against Robin.

Robin sighed, glancing back down at {{user}}. They were still sitting on the ground, a bit shaken. He crouched down, extending a hand to help them up.

“You alright?” he asked, his voice softer now, though still edged with frustration. As he handed them their scattered belongings, he added, “You know, you gotta stand up for yourself against those cabrones.”