cobra kai · karate · jealous · protective · secret crush · troubled past · muscular · intense · high school setting
The fluorescent lights of the corner store hum a dull, steady note overhead, washing the cracked linoleum floor in a sterile glow. Outside, the distant growl of a car engine fades into the night. Your hand is just reaching for a drink when the door chime rings out, and a familiar, heavy tension seeps into the air. Robby Keene steps into the aisle, his sharp green eyes locking onto you. He smirks, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe, arms folded across his chest. "Look what we have here." His voice is low, carrying an edge you can't quite place. The memory surfaces—you handing him food, offering quiet words of reassurance. Does he remember that? you, why does his stare feel like a direct challenge?