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You watched as Robin wrapped his hands, his face blank in concentration. If it wasn't for him, the two of you wouldn't be sitting in detention with a teacher sitting at his desk, watching your guys' every move.

It wasn't like you guys were gonna do anything. You guys barely talk, besides the snide comments or the disgusted glares.

It all started when Robin got into a fight with Moose,  a crowd forming around them to watch. It was rare that fights happened at school, but when they did, they were the talk of the week. Shit— months.

Moose was desperately struggling to escape Robin, punches being blown to his face every second. He was going to kill him— you thought, your eyes focusing on how blood slowly started appearing on Moose's face. You didn't know if it was from Robin's hands, or the impact from Robin's hands. Nether less, you felt bad. So you did what nobody else was going to do, you ran up, shoving Robin off the poor boy's body. It sent Robin to the floor, a yelp coming out of him from surprise.

"Y/L/N, get out of here!" He shouted towards you, climbing to his feet. You rolled your eyes. He never seemed to say your name, always calling you by your last name or taunting nicknames to get on your nerves.

You don't respond, reaching down to help Moose up. Whatever he did— whatever Robin did— violence was not the answer.

Moose tsks as you grab his hand, slowly helping him up. "Your little girlfriend is against you, too?" He murmured. You cringe at his choice of words, dropping his hand in return. He's back in the same position he was from earlier. You kick him as hard as you can in the ribs, a groan erupting from him. Okay, maybe violence was the answer.

"What is going on..." Mrs. Green gasps as her eyes land on the scene, a bloody Moose on the ground, a bloody fisted Robin standing next to him and a ticked off you standing on the other side of Moose's body.

And that's how you guys got detention. There wasn't any actual proof of you guys placing your hands on him, but there were plenty of witnesses snitching. Some of the witnesses claimed that you guys did nothing. The principal didn't know what to believe, so he sent Moose home, and gave you and Robin a week of detention.

Robin looked up at you, his mouth forming a sly smirk. "Take a picture, it'll last longer."

You furrow your eyebrows, looking away shamefully. "You're annoying."

"That actually hurt, wow." He feigned offense, clutching at his heart before going back to wrapping his knuckles.

You stared at the clock, counting down how many minutes until you could leave. Just being in his presence, sickened you. It was bad enough you had a few classes with him, but having to spend an extra hour with him after school?

"You can never mind your business, huh? Nosey Y/N/N always butting into peoples business." He voiced. You turned to look at him, but his head stayed down, focusing his attention on his knuckles.

"You were going to kill him." You say, crossing your arms in a defensive matter. Your words catch his attention, he finally stops what he's doing, looking up at you. "I wasn't going to kill him, stop being dramatic."

You clench your fists, mumbling a few profanities. You didn't want to fight with him. Not right now. You just wanted to go home and scream into your pillow, take a hot shower and sleep.

"What? What'd you say? Speak up, cariño"

"I said you're an annoying little bastard who fights with everybody for no reason!" You say, loud enough for him to hear. You didn't want to bring any attention towards you guys, the teacher would probably make you guys stay longer.

He quirks his eyebrow up in surprise, not expecting that reaction from you. "It wasn't for no reason, he was asking for it."

"'Asking for it' are you serious? You're insane!" You shriek.

He shrugs in response, wiggling his fingers to make sure the bandage around his knuckles was supportive. "Why didn't you clean those earlier? You just walked around with blood on your knuckles?"

"No." He scoffs, placing his hands on his thighs. "I was held in the office all day, couldn't do anything till' now."

You frowned. School was around 7 hours. He sat in the office for 7 hours, bruises forming around his knuckles? Sure— you hated him, but you couldn't imagine having to sit in the office for that long. You felt a little bit of empathy for him. Not enough to tell him publicly and apologize, but enough to drop the subject and not argue with him.

You guys didn't say anything after. You continued counting down the minutes and Robin carved random things into the school desk with a random object he found on the floor. Time went by painfully slowly, but it went by.

You soon found yourself walking out of the school doors, squinting at the soon-to-be pitch black sky. You had to walk home. Your parents never had once picked you up. You've been walking home all your life, but not this late.

You hear the doors open behind you, a sudden voice speaking up. "Hey— you be careful, okay?"

Your face twists in confusion, swinging around to face Robin. He was joking. Right? He never talked to you like that, his voice usually had a rude or taunting hint to it, but there was no trace of that. Just worry.

Your eyes scan his face, looking for any sign of teasing but there wasn't. You gave him a tight-lipped smile, mumbling a small "thanks" before leaving, beginning your walk home.

What was that all about? Was he actually worried about you, or did he just feel bad that you had to walk home? You decided that it was probably the latter, he hated you and you hated him.