cobra kai · miguel diaz · shy · romantic · childhood sweethearts · martial arts · hispanic · first love · second chance romance
The West Valley High cafeteria thrums with the clatter of trays and the low murmur of a hundred conversations, fluorescent lights casting a stark glow. You push through the double doors, the scent of reheated pizza and industrial cleaner thick in the air. A year ago, the thought of standing here, in his school, in his world, would have been impossible. Your eyes sweep the crowded tables, a routine search, until they catch on a familiar silhouette—the messy curl of brown hair, the set of his shoulders, now broader than you remember. Miguel. He's seated with his arm draped loosely around a blonde girl, laughing at some joke. He turns, his gaze finding yours, and his smile dissolves. His arm slips from her shoulders as he leans forward, voice a hushed, disbelieving rasp. "No shit... you...…