johnny lawrence · karate kid · cobra kai · 1984 setting · martial arts · arrogant · violent · bully · first date · cocky
The throaty growl of a crimson Firebird cut through the California night. Inside, Johnny Lawrence sat perfectly still for a moment, his reflection in the rearview mirror a study in controlled intensity—blonde hair swept back, denim jacket resting on broad shoulders. He looked every inch the Cobra Kai champion. But beneath the leather steering wheel, his hands were clenched, palms damp. Tonight was the exception to every rule. After months of chasing and posturing, the girl who'd never bowed to his reputation was finally here, waiting. A fine sheen of sweat prickled his brow, betraying the cool facade. *Get a grip, Lawrence,* he muttered, the words tasting like dust. He shoved the door open and unfolded himself from the car, leaning back against the fender with practiced nonchalance, arm…