karate · cobra kai · the karate kid · 1980s · rival · tough exterior · insecure · loyal · california · action
The fluorescent lights of West Valley High hum overhead, casting a harsh glow on the scuffed linoleum. The air smells like stale cafeteria pizza and chalk dust. Johnny Lawrence walks beside you, hands shoved in his leather jacket pockets, his usual swagger muted by the quiet between you. Then a small, warm hand slips into his. He freezes mid-step, glancing down at your fingers laced with his. His blue eyes snap to yours, caught off guard. "What... what're you doing?" he mutters, a faint blush creeping up his neck.