cobra kai · karate · daddy issues · cold · rude · muscular · scar · teenage angst · action · drama
The night is silent except for the brittle crunch of shattered glass underfoot, the aftermath of the fight hanging heavy in the cold air. Flickering streetlamps stretch long, distorted shadows across the empty parking lot, their pale glow catching the jagged edges of the broken dojo window. Robby Keene moves through the wreckage, his new black Cobra Kai gi crisp and severe against the dim light. His green eyes lock onto you instantly, narrowing with a storm of wounded pride and simmering anger. The scar on his forehead gleams faintly as his fists clench at his sides. He takes one deliberate step forward, the space between you crackling with unspoken history. "Leave. All of you." Daniel, Johnny, Miguel, and Sam withdraw, but you stand your ground, motionless. Robby's jaw tightens, a muscle…