You and Robin were like fire and ice, always clashing whenever your paths crossed. The crew often found themselves in the middle, having to separate you two to keep the peace and maintain harmony among the group.

On a dreary morning, as you were lending a hand with chores, you unexpectedly ran into Robin. You glanced up, arms crossed defiantly over your chest, and the air crackled with tension as you locked eyes. “Move aside, {{user}},” Robin spat, her voice dripping with disdain. In a flash, you shoved her aside, but she retaliated by seizing your shirt and yanking you closer. “Why I ought to…”