A/N:

Hai, Robin and Zelda are my baes so yeet

I'm posting this as a one shot for now, but once I'm done with other stories I'll probably post more of this

Also that cover is temporary until I make an actual one, but doesn't Robin look cute uwu

kay bye bye

-Em :)

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He stood outside the academy, frozen as everyone else around him walked in. He gripped on to his backpack that held all of his belongings. He didn't bring much, only a couple changes of clothes, some necessities, and he was wearing his uniform like everyone else. What made him feel uneasy was the fact that he was the only  one with a backpack. From what he saw, everyone had a suitcase. The guys, the girls, the gender-neutrals, the monsters, the giants, the angelic beings. Everyone. And then there he was, with a backpack. He face palmed, immediately regretting it because it made his glasses smack right on the bridge of his nose. He hadn't realized they had slid down his nose slightly, and now he feared that he had broken something. Maybe he's being over dramatic. 

He sighed and pulled on the strings on his hoodie in hopes that it would cover his face. This is the sad life of Robin Grey, an 18 year-old kid with white hair, brown eyes, and glasses. If he's hurt, he's the kind of person that'd rather die than calling someone for help. Not because of pride, but because he doesn't wanna bother them. That's how pathetic he is, in his own opinion. 

He took his phone out and marked a date to get a new pair of glasses. The ones he has now were too big, the ones before broke, the ones before that one were somehow stolen. And it all happened in two months. He decided long ago that he was an unlucky guy, but at this point he just thought he was the living embodiment of Murphy's Law. 

The sound of a bell brought him out of his thoughts. There weren't many students around him anymore, and those who were were hurrying inside, dragging their suitcases behind him. He took in a sharp breath and rushed in. And once again, Murphy's Law acted on him again. He bumped into someone, making him lose his balance. He tried to reach for something behind him, but only ended up slipping his hand on a sharp edge by the stair case leading to the entrance, opening a deep cut on his hand. He gripped on to his hand, feeling as tears brimmed on his eyes. He noticed the person he bumped into had also fell. He stood up and put his injured hand behind his back, holding out his non-injured hand to the person.

"I am so sorry are you okay?" He said. The person raised their head, and he noticed they were a girl. She had long brown hair and blue eyes, but what stood out the most to him were her elf ears. He wasn't one to talk though, he had white hair after all. She took his hand so he pulled her up, wincing slightly from the pain of his other hand. The girl raised a brow and looked at the ede, seeing it had some blood on it.

"I'm alright, how's your hand?" She asked.

Robin looked at her in awe, scratching the back of his head with his injured hand. The girl raised a brow and gave him a look that said "bruh-really?"

"You're gonna stain your hair if you do that," she said.

"Huh?" Robin said. He suddenly realized what he was doing and immediately moved his hand away. He held it out and hissed when he saw the deep cut. The girl looked at it with disgust and turned away. "Owie," Robin murmured.

"That is definitely gonna leave a scar," the girl said. "Here, I can patch it up for you."

"What? Oh no tha-that's not necessary! I-I can do it my-myself really! I-I don't wanna-wanna bother you," Robin furiously shook his head. He was now a burden to someone, on his first day on campus. Really, how unlucky can a single guy get? 

"Shy type, I see," she whispered to herself.

"Huh?"

"Come on." She took his injured hand and curled it up into a fist, then gently pulled him inside while also taking her suitcase. He didn't try to stop her because at this point he was too embarrassed to say no again. He covered his face with his free hand, trying his best to hold in the tears. He wasn't sure if they were there because he was embarrassed or because his hand hurts like how it hurts when your favorite character dies.

They walked in the infirmary and the girl made Robin sit down on one of the bed. She got some cotton balls, rubbing alcohol, and a bandage. She took some tweezers grabbed one of the cotton balls with them. She put some rubbing alcohol on it and sat on a stool in front of Robin. She took Robin's hand and gently put the cotton ball on it. Robin hissed and gripped onto the bedsheets with his other hand. The tears were getting harder to hold in, but he wasn't about to cry in front of someone he barely knew. That'd be embarrassing, that'd be how she how'd she view him every time she saw him. A crybaby. And maybe she'd tell her friends about it, and soon the whole school would know him as the crybaby. And that's what he'd least want. 

"I'm Zelda by the way," the girl said.

Robin jumped a little. He wasn't expecting her to talk. He sniffed. "I'm R-Robin. Sorry to burden you."

Zelda looked up at him. He wasn't looking at her, he was looking down at his hand. He had tears brimming on his eyes and she could tell he was doing his best to hold them in. He looked like he was in serious pain, and also extremely embarrassed hinted by the blush on his cheeks. His eyebrows had furrowed, his glasses had slid down his nose, and he was biting his lip. She sighed and she put down her tools. She reached up for Robin's face, which got him out of his daze. He froze as she took his glasses and slipped them off. She set them down on the table next to them then got back to healing his hand. Robin just sat there, shocked.

"It's okay if you cry you know," Zelda said. His eyes widened. "This is a pretty big cut, enough that it'll scar. Any normal person would cry about it, hell, even I would. So don't be embarrassed to cry in front of others, okay?"

Those words, he needed to hear them. He felt something within him be set free, unlocked maybe. He closed his eyes and nodded. The tears fell and he started sniffling quietly. "Okay." Zelda smiled and continued to patch up his wound. 

He wasn't sure if he was crying out of pain, out of embarrassment. But, he did know it felt good to.

She looked up at him and wiped his tears with a tissue. He looked at her properly for the first time. She was pretty.

"Geez, you cry some big tears. Don't get your uniform all wet," she said.

He smiled.

"Thank you."