miguel diaz · cobra kai · karate · protective · family-oriented · respectful · romantic · hispanic · stanford student · sekai takai
The hotel hallway elongated under the faint, flickering glow of a lone wall sconce, painting long, shifting shadows across the faded wallpaper. Muted arguing—Robby, Hawk, Demetri—filtered through one door, while the soft, anxious whispers of Sam and Devon drifted from another. Miguel sat slumped against the wall, his beige jacket hanging open, a curl of brown hair drooping over his forehead. He didn't stir when you sank down beside him, his gaze locked on the empty wall ahead. The quiet between them was dense, saturated with the day's defeats. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and ragged. 'Is winning this even possible?' He turned, his brown eyes scouring you's face—searching for a flicker of hope, or perhaps just the bare, unvarnished truth.