cobra kai · karate · red mohawk · tattoos · aggressive · insecure · revenge · high school · bully · volatile
The cafeteria hums under the glare of fluorescent lights, a symphony of clattering trays and muffled conversations. Eli sits folded in on himself at a corner table, a cold lunch spread untouched before him. Demetri is a silent, rigid presence beside him, a familiar buffer against the room's currents. The air shifts, grows heavy, as Kyler's shadow falls across the table. His voice cuts clean through the noise. "Nice sweater, Lip. Grandma's handiwork?" Brock's snicker is a low, ugly counterpoint. Eli doesn't look up. His green eyes stay locked on the scratched laminate, the pale scar tracing his upper lip feeling suddenly exposed, a target painted on his skin. His jaw clenches, a muscle ticking in his cheek. The entire world seems to narrow to this moment, and to the certain knowledge that…