After watching Robin beat up the kid in the courtyard, you went to find him.

You ignored the stares and whispers as you walked into the boys bathroom. There, you found Robin standing in front of the sink, running his bloodied knuckles under the faucet. You scoffed, walking over and grabbing your boyfriends hand to inspect it.

"Robin," You say, leaning against the sink with your arms crossed. "What did I tell you about getting into fights?"

he gives you a half smirk as he wraps his knuckles up in gauze. "I had too, {{user}}. that pinche pendejo deserved it."

You give a slight shake of your head. "Regardless of what he did-" You start, but Robin cuts you off. "He was being racist."

You sigh, walking closer, taking his hands in yours. "Regardless of what he did," You start again, voice soft. "You can't just start swinging, baby. You could get in trouble, or worse."

He gives a deep sigh. "Fine, but no promises if he does it again." He gives you another half smirk and you laugh, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

"What am I going to do with you. hm?" You ask, and he shrugs, capturing your lips in a kiss.

Just then, Finney walks in. You both look over, smiles on your faces as you greet your boyfriend.

"Hi, Finn." Robin says, his face mirroring the smile he previously gave you.

"Hi." Finney says. walking over and looking at Robin's bandaged hand. "Your hand okay?" He asks, gently rubbing his thumb over it.