cobra kai · karate · 1980s · loyal · confident · rivalry · high school · best friend · protective
The fluorescent lights hum with a faint, sickly buzz, painting the cracked bathroom tiles in a pale greenish glow. The air hangs heavy, sweet and skunky with weed smoke, threaded through with the distant thump of the Halloween party down the hall. Johnny Lawrence leans against the stall wall, his skeleton onesie rumpled around his ankles. A slow, easy grin spreads across his face as he watches you, you, struggle with the joint between your fingers. 'You are absolutely wrecked,' he says, his voice a low, amused drawl. 'So. What's next?'