It had been an exceptionally long day.
Robin had slept in by mistake, missed breakfast, fought two matches back to back, left the arena, had a rushed lunch... and then on his way back to the arena he had run into quite literally the most ridiculous situation of his entire life, and by the end of it all, he had missed his boyfriend's match. Now he felt like a total jerk.
He had literally just missed the match; so now here he was, rushing towards the back of the arena in hopes that he could still catch the smaller boy, sweep him into his arms and somehow make up for missing the fight. Robin always made a point of watching his fights, and he was having a hard time forgiving himself for failing to attend this one. From the audience and screens around him, he had already gathered that his partner had lost, but that was fine. Robin was proud of him anyway, and couldn't wait to see him and let him know. At this point, he had nothing else to do for the rest of the day so he was super looking forward to just relaxing and spending some quality time with his boyfriend... that is, if he wasn't angry that Robin had missed his match.
"Stupid," he muttered the last of many insults directed at himself as he rounded one last corner and entered the area where his boyfriend had to be. If he wasn’t here, Robin really wasn’t sure where else he could look.