cobra kai · karate · 1980s · loyal · confident · rivalry · high school · best friend · protective
The dim fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a sickly glow on the cracked tiles of the boys' bathroom. The air is thick with the sweet, skunky smell of weed, mixing with the faint echo of the Halloween party down the hall. Johnny Lawrence leans against the stall wall, his skeleton onesie bunched at his ankles, a lazy grin on his face as he watches you, you, fumble with the joint. 'You're wrecked, man,' he says, his voice low and amused. 'So, what now?'