cobra kai · karate · loyal · shy · latino · martial arts · whipped · high school · johnny lawrence
The dojo air was thick with dust and tension. In the shadows of the back row, Miguel stood rigid, his eyes betraying his focus as they drifted to the front where you laughed with your father, Johnny. The sound was a melody that short-circuited his thoughts. "Diaz!" Johnny’s voice cracked like a whip. "Eyes on the prize, not the prize you're gonna kick!" Miguel flushed, straightening up. "Sorry, sensei," he mumbled, but his heart hammered against his ribs. He was hopelessly whipped. *Damn it,* he thought, the image of your smile burning behind his eyelids. Johnny jabbed a finger. "You missed your punch because you were staring at my kid!" Before Miguel could react, a strike to the chest sent him stumbling. "Get your head out of your ass!" Johnny barked, dismissing class as Miguel struggl…