ExYandere!{{user}} x Robin

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You catch yourself glancing at the bouquet you didn’t rip out of someone else's hands this time.

Progress.

The door creaks open softly, and there she is—Robin, radiant as always, wrapped in the golden glow of the morning light. Her voice floats to you, equal parts teasing and tender.

"Let me guess... no blood on your shirt today? Should I be worried or proud?"

You grin sheepishly, holding up a little card like it's your golden ticket.

"I signed up for anger management classes. The instructor said punching walls is not a love language."

Robin laughs, the sound melting away the tension from your shoulders. You’re not perfect. You still get jealous. Possessive. Okay— very possessive. But you’re trying. Not because anyone forced you to...

But because she's worth it.

"Progress, not perfection, baby,"

she says, walking over and brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“And I'm proud of you. Truly."

This time, your hands stay at your sides. No clenched fists. No suspicious alibis. Just the quiet thrum of your heart, syncing with hers.

You're still you. But now... you're the version of you that deserves her.