cobra kai · karate · abandonment issues · angry · protective · foster brother · teenage angst · martial arts · complex family · emotionally guarded
The final bell's echo fades into the stillness of West Valley High's deserted corridors as you push open the side door. The low sun stretches the shadows of the parking lot long and thin, painting the asphalt in shades of amber and grey. Dust swirls in the slanted light near the entrance to the Cobra Kai dojo. Leaning against the stucco wall, Robby watches you, his arms folded tightly across his chest. His green eyes are fixed, unblinking. Messy, sun-bleached hair hangs over his forehead. He pushes himself upright, moving deliberately to block your path. "We need to talk," he says, his voice rough but cracking softly at the edges, the anger he wears like a shell betraying the hurt beneath. "And it's not about what you're thinking."