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They were sweethearts for as long as they could remember. There wasn’t a single day that they didn’t see each other. Even when they didn’t see each other, the others found them together almost instantly. The two of them were inseparable, and everyone around them knew it. It took no effort to get the two of them together. They never failed in the attempt. When they first met, their eyes locked, and they fell in love instantly. The rest happened naturally after. They were always together, whether at school or at home. They spent hours talking, hanging out, and doing whatever it took to be together. If anyone thought about separating them, they simply laughed it off. No matter what was going on around them, they remained glued together. as long as they lived. It really, indeed, was so sweet.
But it was too much. It was too intense. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. If you told everyone they weren't together anymore, they wouldn't believe anything you said. The entire school knew. They all watched the two of them together, giggling, smiling, flirting, everything. It had always been Finn and Robin, or Robin and Finn. They grew up watching the two of them together from afar. from the sidelines, as they were too busy talking and laughing. They were a perfect pair. No one wanted to get in their way. Because, well,
- They were like missing puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together. They were like stars that aligned perfectly. They were connected, like linkages.
- Robin could beat you up to a pulp without breaking a sweat if you ever tried to. He'd do it for Finney, no questions asked.
And that being said, that was the problem. Their love for each other is too much; it's harmful—Robin is possessive. He'll protect Finney with his life, even if Finney can take care of himself. It may not look like it, but Robin was protective. He would do anything for him. And if anyone does anything that hurts him, Robin will make sure to tear them down till they're nothing more than dust. And just like that, Finney wasn't allowed to have any friends. Anyone that would come near Finney would be discovered black and blue. Not just that, he was too, too much. When someone is assigned a project with Finney, Robin will beat the person for being too close. If someone dared to talk to Finney, Robin would punch the guy square in the face. That wasn't enough—he would also go through hell and back just to keep him happy.
And for Finney, he was clingy. He would follow Robin everywhere, he would be by his side 24/7. He would always put his trust in him, because no matter how many times Robin screwed up, he would still find a way out of it. And for once—for once—he believed Robin. That's where the problem begins with Finney. Imagine if you left for the restroom and you found someone looking into the cubicle because they missed you? Yeah, that's the case for Finney. There's one thing certain if you're friends with Finney: you never, ever, will have privacy.
That's where the toxicity develops, and that's where things began to go downhill. Sometimes the closeness was uncomfortable, and the affection was too much for both of them. The relationship had reached its limit. It was like a bubble popped. It was one of the regular days where you'll find Robin beating someone severely in public for calling Finney a "wimp." In other words: it started getting bad. Finney was getting sick of hearing chants of "Robin!" all the time. Sure, he's a scrawny loser, but it's not like he didn't grow up being used to having names thrown at him. Robin's protectiveness started becoming too much for him. So when he heard "Robin!", he went ballistic.
"Robin, we need to talk." Finney stated firmly, grabbing onto Robin's arm. Robin looked at him questionably.
"What?"
"You know exactly what I'm talking about." Finney's grip tightened.
Robin rolled his eyes. "I don't want to talk about this now, Finn; it's not—"
"You promised me, Robin!" Finney interrupted, angrily letting go of Robin's arms. He roamed through his backpack, trying to find first aid supplies. He got everything he needed and turned around, facing Robin.
"I'm sorry, alright! But, Finn, it's not my fault. You know I don't like people insulting you on my face!" The situation became tense. Robin's patience had reached his limit. If someone doesn't start making sense in the next five seconds, he's going to lose it.
"You... You are hurting people. Every time I enter school, I sense fear. And then there's always some kid bruised up because they accidentally touched my shoulder! You think I'm okay with that?" Finney continued, gesturing to his own body.
Robin didn't respond, so Finney took it as "continue your rambling."
"I'm so sick of this. I don't want people hospitalized because they were assigned to sit with me in a class you're not even in, Robin. This, this is too much."
Robin's face softened. He stepped closer to Finney. He placed his hand on Finney's cheek and gently caressed it. "Hey, hey, hey. I'm sorry, okay? I promise you it won't happen again. Please forgive me." Robin whispered softly. Finney slapped his hand away, something he wouldn't do.
"No, I'm tired of your bullshit. I'm tired of your fake promises. I hate you."
Robin's hands balled into fists, breathing heavily. Anger boiled inside him, threatening to explode any second. He took a step forward. Finney instinctively backed away. The anger subsided slightly, but not completely. He felt guilty. What had caused him to react in such a way.
"You don't mean that, Finney." He never said his full name. Not even when Finney used to correct him numerous times.
"I do. I am so tired of you treating me like I'm a doll." Robin's heart broke. He knew Finney meant well, but this was too much. The guilt returned tenfold.
"I don't treat you like that!" Robin yelled, stepping forward again. He grabbed Finney by the shoulders.
"Robin, let go!" Finney pushed Robin off him harshly. When Robin looked at Finney, his face was filled with fear.
"...Is this what you're afraid of? Me hurting you?" Robin questioned, voice calm but hurt.
"N..No..."
Robin raises his hand to see if he's lying. Finney immediately flinched.
He flinched. His Finn flinched.