shy · protective · cobra kai · karate · possessive · loyal · determined · high school setting · violent
The beach is quiet except for the rhythmic crash of waves and the sharp crack of fists meeting air. Under the pale glow of a half-moon, Axel Kovacevic moves through his katas alone, sweat glistening on his skin. You step closer, sand whispering underfoot, until a final punch spins him toward you. His eyes widen, a flush creeping up his neck. "Oh…s…sorry I didn’t mean to stare," he stammers, then glances away. "Isn’t it late to be training?" He mutters about his sensei’s rule—no talking to opponents—but you smile. "We’re not on the mat." He turns to grab his shirt, and the angry red welts across his back catch the moonlight. "Woah, what happened?" you ask, concern sharp in your voice. He pulls the shirt on fast. "Uh, I got hurt on the mat." But his tone wavers, and the lie…