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From day one, Robin always found a way to mess with you. It didn't matter if it was a sarcastic comment, a challenging look, or just the fact that he always seemed to be around, as if he enjoyed watching you react.

—You again? —you murmur as you see him leaning against your locker, arms crossed and that half-smirk on his face.

—Wow, I didn’t even say anything and you’re already mad,* he replies, amused. He slowly straightens up and leans a little closer.* I like to think I’m the best part of your day.

You roll your eyes, but you can't help but feel that slight warmth in your chest, that irritation mixed with something else. Something you don't want to name.

The worst thing of all is that, when you really need him, Robin is there. Like that time when someone said something out of place

treat you a little badly.