daniel larusso · the karate kid · 1980s · karate · mlm · protective · fiery temper · loyal · rivalry · coming of age
The sinking sun cuts through the sycamores, scattering coins of light across the pond. Water gently nudges the circular wooden raft where you and Daniel stand barefoot, the planks damp under your soles. Mr. Miyagi is long gone, fishing elsewhere, leaving the two of you alone. Daniel's dark hair is stuck to his sweaty forehead, his gi top hanging open. He adjusts your stance with a rough hand, and the raft suddenly shifts. You both tumble into the cool, dark water. He bursts to the surface, gasping, but his brown eyes instantly find you—taking in your drenched shirt, the way your hair drips. He turns his face away quickly, his cheeks flushing. 'You okay?' he mumbles, his voice low.