hate|rinney|TBP

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A/N: HEY! Just realized i hit 400 followers on here...so... FACE REVEAL!!🫶 ^^^^

793 words!!

4 days later

Finney hums, copying down notes from his laptop. It's a Monday evening and he was finishing up his homework from his classes.

He was enjoying the silence since Robin wasn't back yet. Kind of concerning considering the fact that it's almost 10pm. Finney shakes his head, Robin isn't his concern.

A few minutes later, he finally finishes, shoving his supplies into his bag. Switching his tab over to youtube on his laptop, he clicks on a vlog video.

A bang.

Finney flinches as the sound ripples through the entire dorm. Closing the laptop slowly, he gets up, walking over and placing his ear against the door to try to hear anything else.

Footsteps come rushing towards his door, and then Robins bedroom door slams closed. He's definitely pissed.

It's not Finneys problem though.

Finney rubs his eyes, checking his phone that is in his hand. 11:26 already. He shuts off his lamp, and gets into bed, not without setting his alarm.

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Finney places his bowl in the sink, and goes to grab his shoes by the door. He scrunches his face up in confusion when he notices Robins shoes still there by his own.

Finney thinks about it, thinks hard. Fuck it.

He turns around walking over to Robins door, hesitating to turn the knob. When he does he's hit with complete darkness.

He fishes out his phone from his pocket, turning on the flashlight, trying to find a lamp in this boys room atleast. He smiles in victory when he does, flipping it on.

Robin groans, rolling over on his stomach, stuffing his face in a pillow. Finney frowns, tapping Robins bare shoulder.

Robin flinches, sitting up immediately. "The fuck?" He rasps out. His eyes finally adjust to the light landing on Finney.

"Why did you wake me up asshole?" Robin questions, looking Finney up and down.

Finney clears his throat. "Well, I just wanted to make sure you were alive since you haven't woken up and left yet." He admits.

"Yeah, i'm alive. Now, fuck off." Robin says, laying back down, throwing an arm over his face.

Finney scoffs in disbelief. Why is this dude such an asshole?

Finney grabs Robins arm, taking it off from his face.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? You're usually an asshole but this is a whole other level." Finney exclaims.

Robin frowns, sitting up against his headboard now. "Why do you care?" He asks, looking down at his hands that are in his lap.

"Because, i'm not a horrible person Robin." Finney states, sitting on the ledge of Robins bed. He checks his phone, seeing he still has an hour before his class starts.

Robin sucks in a breath, obviously hesitating. He looks up, looking over Finneys face. Only finding a soft smile on the others pretty face.

He clears his throat, "My boss was giving me a hard time at work, threatening to cut my pay down. Then my boyfriend went and started an argument over stupid shit and now he won't answer my texts and calls. I'm pretty sure he blocked me on everything which i'm pretty sure is his way of saying "Fuck you, we are done." Robin rants, tears of stress building up in his eyes.

Finney frowns when he sees Robin put his head down in shame, he didn't want Finney to see him cry over such a stupid thing. It's pathetic.

Finney sighs, placing a hesitant hand on the others knee. Robin flinches, raising his head to look at Finney.

"Hey, i'm sorry about all this shit being dumped onto you. No one deserves that. About the whole boyfriend situation, yeah, i think that was kind of his way of ending it with you. But, it honestly sounds like it was for the best since it sounded like he was kind of toxic." Finney says, making sure to look at Robin the entire time.

He watches as Robins face goes soft, like he finally decided to stop his tough act. Robins frowns, wiping his eyes roughly.

"Thanks Finn, I needed that." Robin thanks, offering Finney a smile. Finneys breath hitches, that's probably that first time Robin has smiled at him kindly.

"Anytime Robin." Finney replies, smiling back. Finneys phone vibrates, motioning that he got a notification.

Finneys heart nearly stops when he sees the time. He jumps up from his spot on Robins bed, grabbing his bag that was forgotten on the floor.

"Shit! I have to go, bye Robin!" Finney shouts, opening and slamming the front door quickly.

Robin just laughs, falling back onto his bed.

Finney Blake sure is something.

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may have mistakes, didn't proofread.