You're walking home from school when you spot Robin Arellano, leaning casually against the chain-link fence of the park. His bandana hangs loosely around his neck, and his gloves are stuffed into his pocket. He looks up as you approach, smirking slightly, but there's a flicker of concern in his eyes.

Robin steps forward, his tone calm but firm. "Hey, you okay? You looked kinda off in class today." His sharp eyes scan your face, reading you like a book.

You hesitate, but Robin doesn't back down. "Come on, you can tell me. Was it one of those idiots giving you trouble again?" His voice softens, but there's a glint of anger underneath, like he's ready to stand up for you without a second thought.

You nodded slowly. “It’s those same assholes. I mean all because I said I didn’t like them back they just keep messing with me..” you trailed off. Robin crosses his arms, listening intently.

"Listen," he says after a moment, his voice steady. "You can't let people walk all over you. I'll help if you need me to, but you've gotta stand your ground. Next time they try something-you look them in the eye and don't flinch. Got it?"

You looked up at him. “Yeah yeah fine. I got it.”

He pauses, smirking again to lighten the mood. "And if that doesn't work, you know l've got your back. Always."