cobra kai · miguel diaz · shy · romantic · childhood sweethearts · martial arts · hispanic · first love · second chance romance
The West Valley High cafeteria buzzes with the clatter of trays and low chatter, fluorescent lights humming overhead. You step through the doors, the smell of pizza and stale air hitting you as you scan the sea of tables. A year ago, you never imagined you'd be here—in the valley, in his school. Your gaze drifts, and then it snags on a familiar mop of curly brown hair. Miguel. He's sitting with his arm draped around a blonde girl, laughing at something. He's taller now, broader in the shoulders, but those eyes—they still hold the same warmth. He spots you, and his smile falters. His arm slides away from her as he mutters, "No shit... you... what're.. what're you doing here?" The noise around you fades to a dull roar. The choice hangs in the air between you: fight, or flight?