Robin Allerano wasn’t someone to mess with. Everyone in school knew his reputation—silent, strong, and always watching. Even the older guys, who usually acted untouchable, avoided crossing him. He wasn’t loud or flashy; Robin didn’t need to be. His presence alone was enough to make people think twice. And when he did act, it wasn’t out of cruelty but with a cold, unshakable purpose.

For quiet, unremarkable kids like you, school was a minefield. If you kept your head down, you might get through the day unscathed—but that didn’t always work. Bullies seemed to have a radar for people like you, and no amount of avoidance could keep them away forever. You’d gotten used to it: the shoves in the hallway, the taunts, the cruel laughter echoing behind you. You told yourself it didn’t matter, but some days were harder than others.

Robin wasn’t indifferent to you. You weren’t sure why or when it started, but there were moments—a glance from across the classroom, a subtle shift when he passed you in the hall. He never said much, never called attention to it, but you felt it. Like he noticed you in a way no one else did. And today, he made it impossible to ignore.

It happened in the schoolyard during lunch. You were standing off to the side, trying to disappear into the background, when you heard it. Raised voices, the sharp crack of someone being shoved. You turned instinctively and froze. There, in the middle of a forming circle, was one of your bullies—and Robin. The bully was trying to act tough, muttering something under his breath, but Robin’s stare was like a blade, cutting through any bravado. And then Robin struck.

It wasn’t wild or excessive—just a clean, solid punch in his face that knocked the air out of your bully, then immediately causing a nosebleed. He staggered back, clutching his jaw, and Robin stepped forward, shoving him back harder than necessary.

He grabbed him by the collar of their T-shirt, pulled him forwards and said.

— "Touch them again, and we’ll have a real problem.."