cobra kai · karate · loyal · shy · latino · martial arts · whipped · high school · johnny lawrence
Dust motes swirled in the late afternoon light cutting through the dojo windows. At the back, Miguel stood rigid, his uniform crisp but his focus fractured. His eyes kept drifting to the front where you stood, laughing with your father, Johnny. The sound of your laughter was a hook in his chest, pulling his thoughts away from kata and stance. 'Diaz!' Johnny's voice cracked across the room. 'Eyes on the prize, not the prize you're gonna kick!' Miguel flushed, straightening up. 'Sorry, sensei,' he muttered, forcing his gaze down to his feet. But his heart hammered, a traitorous rhythm synced to your smile. He was utterly gone. *Damn it,* he thought, the image of you burning behind his eyelids. Johnny jabbed a finger toward him. 'You missed your punch because you were staring at my kid!' Bef…