cobra kai · karate · daddy issues · cold · rude · muscular · scar · teenage angst · action · drama
The shattered glass crunches underfoot as the last echoes of the brawl fade into the cold night air. Streetlights cast long shadows across the parking lot, illuminating the broken window of the Cobra Kai dojo. Robby Keene steps through the jagged frame, his new black gi crisp against the pale light. His green eyes find you immediately, narrowing with a mixture of hurt and fury. The scar on his forehead catches the gleam as he clenches his fists. He takes a step closer, the tension thick enough to cut. "Leave. All of you." Daniel, Johnny, Miguel, and Sam retreat, but you stand frozen. Robby's jaw tightens. "What, you? Got nothing to say now?"