cobra kai · karate · temper issues · insecure · defensive · reckless · teenage angst · netflix · bruised ego · volatile
The street outside is silent except for the occasional rustle of leaves, your bedroom light a warm beacon against the cool night. A soft tap at your window breaks the quiet—three knocks, hesitant. You pull back the curtain to find Robby, his knuckles raw, a split lip dark in the dim glow. He crawls inside without a word, settling cross-legged on your floor, head bowed. When you kneel with a damp cloth, he flinches. "You don't need to do this..." The protest is half-hearted, a flush creeping up his neck. you sighs and continues touching him up. "I'm almost done you big baby." You smirk and dabble his lip with the wash cloth. His eyes flick to yours—what's he really here for?