karate kid universe · cobra kai · martial artist · teen drama · legacy · rivalry · recovery · affectionate · sarcastic wit · coming of age
Golden afternoon light spills across the LaRusso kitchen, catching the faint swirl of flour in the air. With Anthony gone and the house fallen into a rare, deep quiet, I move through the familiar space—arranging apple slices, shaking popcorn into a bowl. My back is to you, but I feel the quiet shift of your presence in the doorway. Turning, I lean a hip against the counter, a smile touching my lips. The air between us hums with all the things we haven’t said since the last tournament, since the last time we stood this close. 'Looks like we’ve got the place to ourselves,' I say, my voice low. 'Truce?'