#Cobra Kai Fandom

[redroses07]

if miguel introduced johnny to snap

[happy74827]

Real Life Fairytale

[Robby Keene x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: You tried so hard not to be that girl, but the more you were around him, the more you were convinced clichés could be a good thing.

WC: 712

Category: Fluff, First Kiss

Since Cobra Kai coming back later this month, here’s some fluff with the Marty Mcfly of karate.

『••✎••』

It was a typical cliché, and as much as you hated it, there was something that still pulled at you. Something that pulled you right into the arms of none other than Robby Keene.

Your relationship had been rocky at best; it had started out with him pickpocketing your purse and the two of you becoming friends because, at the time, you believed he was simply returning what you lost.

Of course, when your friendship officially became a friendship, he told you the truth and apologized. LaRusso had offered him a job, and everything he did suddenly became about changing his life and earning his place. He wanted to prove to his father that he was more than just some punk-ass kid from the wrong side of the tracks.

So, how did that bring you to where you are now? How did a guy like Robby Keene, dressed up in Marty McFly attire, become the center of your universe?

The Halloween Bash, of course.

Originally, the entire group of friends, the past feud between Robby and Miguel, had long been forgotten, so they decided to do one big group costume. Demetri thought it would be a good idea to go with the Power Rangers, which was fine, except for the fact that Eli was the only one who actually wanted to be a Ranger. Everyone else was either not impressed or completely clueless about who they were.

In the end, the group split off into their own individual costumes, and that's how you ended up with your favorite movie being used as the basis for your outfits.

It took a lot of convincing on your part. I mean, the dude looked practically identical to the real actor; he was the obvious choice. Throw a Walkman on him, and boom, the costume is perfect.

He blamed it on the hair, which it technically was. Ever since he ditched Dora's cut with Diego, he just became that geeky kid who freaked at the word 'chicken.'

And in all honesty, you truly believed he hated that word, too. Eli said it to bait him once, and he did not go down easily.

It only took you an hour to convince him, but after a while, he relented, and the costume was finalized.

So, obviously, when the two of you walked in with swag that only the 80s could pull off, you stayed for about an hour before Robby got bored and decided ice cream was the cure.

Now, the two of you were sitting on the steps of an apartment building, eating a gallon of ice cream and talking.

You swear, you didn't mean for it to happen, but the way he looked at you with those soft, blue eyes and the smile that could make a nun blush, you found yourself leaning closer.

"I had fun," he spoke quietly, his words dancing over your lips. "Even if I do look ridiculous."

You giggled. "Well, isn't that why we have Halloween? To look ridiculous?"

He shrugged and leaned closer, his eyes searching yours.

"You don't look ridiculous, though," you continued. "I think you look pretty good in a life preserver."

He grinned. "Yeah?"

It was something about the way he said that. The way you could hear the smile in his voice, but most of all, the way he looked at you when he said it. Like he was looking for permission to continue with what was already happening.

So, you answered by leaning in, connecting your lips with his, and giving him all the permission he needed.

His hands instantly flew to your hips, tugging you closer, and you found your own hands wrapping around his neck, deepening the kiss.

It was perfect, just like the movies. You regretted dressing up as Doc Brown, though. Not only was the radiation suit itchy, but you were acting like Jennifer Parker, and you didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Still, with the white hair off and his headphones finding their home around his neck, you figured maybe you'd force him to keep that part of the costume because, the way he was looking at you, you didn't want it to end.

You were sure it wouldn't, not any time soon.

[brookediamonds]

Can I request where Reader stays with Axel overnight to comfort him from his nightmares but instead of Axel having a nightmare he has a wet dream about reader and she helps him?

i just want to ease your mind & make you feel alright | Axel Kovačević x Fem! Reader

Summary: Your best friend has been having recurring nightmares of the life-taking event in Barcelona, and you have been his shoulder to lean on when things get tough. One night, he asks you over and a night of reassurance soon turns into a night of lust.

Word Count: 3.8k Warnings: smut, 18+, p in v, wrap it before you tap it, best friends to lovers, dry humping, consensual somnophilia

not my gif

you: i'll be right over :)

Axel read his phone as he tossed on his side in his large bed. Lately he had been having the goriest nightmares about Kwon's fall back in Barcelona.

As Axel's best friend, you had kept a close eye on him during this rough time. You knew he had been having a hard time sleeping, and would often call you when he just couldn't shake the images out of his head.

Tonight was no different, he had waken up around 12:00 am and saw you were active from the recent Tik-Tok you had just sent him.

Axel 🫶🏼: Can't sleep. Can you call or maybe come over?

He wasn't too far from you and you knew he preferred your in person company versus phone. Sending back a quick text, you scuffle out of bed, slipping on your smiley face slippers.

Grabbing your car key, you silently make your way out of the house and hop in your car.

Axel feels a weight lift from his chest when he hears your car pull into the driveway, and opens the door before you can even knock.

His gaze became tender as he observed you, noting the damp hair and loose-fitting pajamas. Despite your drowsiness, he found you stunning.

He adored seeing you after a shower, surrounded by the fragrance of flowers and coconut from your lotion. A familiar pang stirred in his chest, one he had been attempting to dismiss for months.

"I brought my own blanket this time," a ghost of a smirk twitched at the corner of Axel’s lips as he stepped aside to let you in. You walk past him, knitted blanket in hand.

"Oh, so you're not planning on hogging all of mine this time?" Axel quips, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down your spine. 

You turn to face him, ready with a witty comeback, but the words die on your lips as you truly take in his appearance.

The small lamp in the entry way casts deep shadows across Axel's face, accentuating the dark circles under his eyes.

His usually neatly styled hair is disheveled, sticking up in all directions as if he's been running his hands through it repeatedly.

You take a step towards him, softly running your hand down his arm, whispering, "you look exhausted." 

Your touch sends a jolt of electricity through Axel's body, awakening every nerve ending. He leans into your touch, craving the comfort only you can provide.

"I am," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. The vulnerability in his tone tugs at your heartstrings. You've never seen him quite this fragile before.

"Do you want to talk about it?" you asked gently, grabbing his hand to drag him over to the couch. 

Axel sighed, running a hand through his tousled hair as he sat down. "It's the same dream. I keep seeing Kwon fall, over and over. I can't... I can't save him."

You nod keeping your hands interlocked with his, rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand reassuringly. 

"I would give anything to dream about anything else," he exhales staring down at your interlocked hands. 

You can’t help but pull him into a hug, wrapping your arms tightly around his shoulders. 

Axel melts into your embrace, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He inhales deeply, the familiar scent of your shampoo - a mix of lavender and vanilla - washing over him. 

The comforting aroma helps to ease some of the tension from his body.

As he relaxes against you, Axel becomes acutely aware of your soft curves pressed against his chest. 

Through the thin fabric of the oversized t-shirt you're wearing - one he recognizes as his own - he can feel the gentle swell of your breasts and the unmistakable hardness of your nipples. 

A rush of heat floods his body, and he fights to control his suddenly racing heartbeat.

You run your fingers through his hair soothingly, oblivious to the effect your closeness is having on him. His cheeks are flushed pink when you pull away, looking at him adoringly. 

"How about I make you some chamomile tea?" you suggest softly, your fingers still gently combing through his hair. "It helped last time, might help you relax and sleep better."

Axel leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. When he opens them again, they're filled with a mix of exhaustion and something else, a warmth that makes your heart skip a beat.

"That sounds nice," Axel murmurs, his voice low and husky.

"But..." he hesitates, his eyes searching yours. "Can we just stay like this for a little longer?"

Your breath catches in your throat at the intensity of his gaze. Without a word, you nod, settling back against the arm of the couch and gently pulling Axel with you. He follows willingly, his body molding against yours as you recline.

Axel's head rests on your chest, his ear pressed against your heart. The steady rhythm seems to soothe him, his tense muscles gradually relaxing. Your fingers continue their gentle ministrations, carding through his soft strands.

The weight of his body on yours is comforting, grounding. You can feel the rise and fall of his chest, his breath warm against your skin. 

You best friend was finding comfort here in your arms, and you couldn’t be more content. 

As the minutes ticked by, the rhythmic sound of your heartbeat and the soothing motion of your fingers in his hair lulled Axel into a peaceful slumber. Your own eyelids grew heavy, the late hour and warmth of Axel's body against yours making it impossible to stay awake. 

You drifted off, your arms still wrapped protectively around him. The soft glow of the lamp cast a warm, intimate light over your intertwined forms as you both succumbed to sleep.

An hour passed in tranquil silence, broken only by the sound of gentle breathing and the occasional rustle of fabric as you shifted slightly in your sleep.

Then, Axel began to stir.

His breathing quickened, becoming shallow and uneven. A soft moan escaped his lips, barely audible in the quiet room. His hips moved almost imperceptibly against you, seeking any kind of friction. 

This was no nightmare, no, he had been blessed with a dream. A wet dream. About you. 

In his dream, Axel saw you beneath him, your skin flushed and glistening with sweat. Your lips were parted, letting out soft moans as he moved against you. He could feel the heat of your body, the softness of your skin under his fingertips.

In reality, Axel's hips continued their subtle movements, pressing against your thigh. His face was buried in your neck, his breath hot against your skin. 

You slowly began to stir, drawn from sleep by the sensation of Axel's body moving against yours. As consciousness returned, you became acutely aware of his hardness pressing into your thigh.

Your heart raced, a mix of surprise and arousal flooding your system. You knew you should wake him, but a part of you couldn't bring yourself to interrupt whatever pleasant dream he was having. 

After all the nightmares, he deserved this. 

Your breath caught in your throat as Axel's hips rolled against you again, more insistently this time. His lips brushed your neck, sending tingles down your spine. You bit your lip, torn between waking him and letting this exquisite torture continue. 

Axel's dream intensified. In his mind, he was exploring every inch of your body with reverent touches and passionate kisses. He could almost taste the salt on your skin, feel the silky softness of your inner thighs as he settled between them.

"Y/N," he moaned softly, his breath hot against your ear. 

Your eyes widened at the sound of your name on his lips. Heat pooled low in your belly as you realized he was dreaming about you. About doing things with you that crossed the line of friendship into something far more intimate.

As Axel's hips ground against you more forcefully, a part of you knew that waking him up right away might be a bit jarring and possibly embarrassing for both of you. 

Instead, you decided to help him through this dream-fueled lust, hoping he wouldn't regret it later. You silently prayed that your hunch was right and that the tender feelings that had started to bloom in your heart were shared by him.

Slowly and gently, you spread your thighs further apart, allowing more space for him to move against you. 

His breath hitched, and he moaned your name again, louder this time, as his grip on your waist tightened. Encouraged by his response, you continued to rock against him, allowing your desire to take over.

You slid one hand up to tangle in his hair, while the other drifted lower, coming to rest on the small of his back.

Axel's movements became more urgent, his hips grinding against you with increasing fervor. Your own arousal built steadily, warmth spreading through your body. You arched your back slightly, pressing yourself closer to him.

As the friction intensified, Axel's eyes began to flutter open. For a moment, he looked dazed, caught between the dream world and reality. Then his gaze locked with yours, and realization dawned.

"Y/N?" he whispered, his voice husky with sleep and desire. "I... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

You silenced him reaching up to cup the side of his face. 

"It's okay," you murmured, your eyes never leaving his. "I want this too."

Axel's breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening with a mix of surprise and hope. "You do?"

You bite your lip, nodding. Sitting up slightly in your place, you tug at the end of your t-shirt, slowly peeling it off your body. 

Axel's eyes widened as you removed your shirt, drinking in the sight of your bare skin. His gaze roamed over your exposed chest, a look of awe and desire etched on his face. 

"You're beautiful," he breathed, reaching out to gently trace his fingertips along your collarbone.

The tender touch sent shivers down your spine. You leaned into his hand, encouraging him to explore further. Axel's fingers trailed lower, skimming over the swell of your breast. His thumb brushed across your nipple, eliciting a soft gasp from your lips.

You couldn't deny the chemistry between you any longer. Cupping his chin, you pulled him upwards to meet your lips in a passionate kiss.

Axel didn't hesitate for a second, instantly responding with equal fervor, his tongue seeking out yours as he deepened the kiss. His hands roamed your body, exploring every curve and valley as if memorizing the feel of you.

Your own hands were busy, unbuttoning his pajama pants. His erection strained against his boxers, leaving no doubt as to how much he desired you. With trembling fingers, you tugged his shorts down, freeing him from the fabric that had been trapping him all this time.

Axel's breath hitched as your fingers wrapped around his length. You stroked him slowly, savoring the velvety feel of his skin and the way he twitched and grew even harder in your palm. 

His eyes fluttered closed and he let out a low moan that sent heat straight to your core.

You took your time, exploring every inch of him with gentle caresses. Your thumb swirled over his sensitive tip, spreading the bead of moisture you found there. Axel's hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more friction.

"Y/N," he breathed, his voice husky with need. "You're driving me crazy."

You smiled, continuing your ministrations as you pressed soft kisses along his jaw. 

"That's the idea," you murmured against his skin. 

When you were satisfied that he was fully aroused, straining and pulsing in your hand.

Your hand still wrapped around Axel's length, you shifted beneath him. With your free hand, you hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your shorts. Axel's eyes widened as he realized what you were doing.

"Let me," he whispered, his voice thick with desire.

You nodded, releasing him to lift your hips. Axel's hands trembled slightly as he grasped the soft fabric of your shorts, slowly sliding them down your legs. His fingertips trailed along your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

As the shorts slipped past your knees, Axel's breath caught. Your red thong was revealed, the delicate lace barely concealing your most intimate area. He swallowed hard, his eyes darkening with lust.

"You always said red was your favorite color," you tease him.

Axel's lips twitched into a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, those intense dark blue pools were too consumed with desire to manage anything but hunger.

"I had no idea you were wearing this underneath," he murmured, tracing the delicate lace edge with his finger. "All this time..."

You shivered as his touch ghosted along your hip bone, your breath catching when his fingertips dipped beneath the waistband. The simple contact felt electric, charged with years of unspoken longing.

"Would you have acted differently if you'd known?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Axel's gaze lifted to meet yours, something raw and honest breaking through his usual quiet reserve. "I would have done this much sooner."

Your heart raced at his confession. All this time, he had been harboring the same feelings you had tried to suppress.

"Show me," you whispered, arching your back slightly.

Axel needed no further invitation. He hooked his fingers beneath the thin strip of lace and slowly, torturously, pulled it down your thighs.

There was no need for foreplay, his act of grinding against you while he dreamt of you had done the job. You were a mess. All for him. 

Axel's eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you, completely bare and glistening with arousal. His hands trembled slightly as he ran them up your thighs, parting them gently.

"You're so beautiful," he breathed, leaning down to press a tender kiss to your lips. 

You whimpered as he brought his cock to your entrance, rubbing the tip between your folds to coat himself in your wetness. 

The sensation sends a rush of fire through both your bodies, as he teased your entrance, he began to circle it with his tip before sliding up to brush against your sensitive bundle of nerves. 

You gasp at the contact, your hips bucking involuntarily. Axel repeated the motion, relishing in the way your body responded to his touch. 

“Please, Axel,” you whined hooking one your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to your heat. 

Axel nods, repositioning himself self at your entrance. He pushed forwards slowly, groaning as your tight cunt envelops him, inch by inch. 

Both of you gasped as he bottoms out, your bodies molding together as one, perfectly. 

You too had pictured yourself sprawled beneath him countless times before this. The thought of your best friend becoming your lover had haunted your dreams and waking moments alike. 

But reality far surpassed any fantasy.

The weight of Axel's body on yours, the heat of his skin against your own, it was overwhelming in the best possible way. 

You could feel every inch of him inside you, stretching you deliciously, filling you completely.

Axel remained still for a moment, his forehead resting against yours as you both adjusted to the new sensation.

His dark blue eyes, usually so calm and steady, now swirled with a tempest of emotion: desire, affection, and a hint of vulnerability that made your heart ache.

"You feel so good," he whispered, his voice rough with need. "Better than I ever imagined.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, igniting a fire deep in your core. You moaned softly, the sound muffled against his lips as you pulled him in for a passionate kiss.

The praise, coming from Axel's usually reserved mouth, aroused you even more than his physical touch.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this," you breathed against his lips, rolling your hips to take him even deeper. 

Axel groaned, placing one hand near your head as the other found the side of your hip where your leg was wrapped around waist, his fingers digging into your skin as he began to move. 

He started with slow, deep thrusts, each one sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. The drag of his cock against your walls was exquisite, hitting spots you didn't even know existed.

You wrap your other leg around Axel's hips, pulling him even closer if possible. The change in angle allows him to sink impossibly deeper, drawing a low moan from the both of you. 

Your hands roam over his back, feeling the flex and ripple of his muscles as he moves. Your nails dig into his shoulder blades, leaving faint red trails in their wake. The slight pain only spurs Axel on, his movements becoming more frenzied.

Axel's thrusts become more forceful, his hips snapping against yours with increasing urgency. The sound of skin against skin fills the room, punctuated by your shared gasps and moans.

The room fills with the sounds of your lovemaking, the slap of skin on skin, breathy moans and whispered endearments. 

You lean up, your lips finding the sensitive skin of Axel's neck. His rhythm falters for a moment as you press soft, open-mouthed kisses along his pulse point. Your tongue darts out, tasting the salt of his skin, feeling his rapid heartbeat beneath your lips.

Axel lets out a low, guttural moan that vibrates through his chest and into yours. His hips stutter, losing their steady pace as you continue your sensual assault on his neck. You smile against his skin, reveling in the effect you're having on him.

His eyes lock with yours, before leaning down to capture your lips in a searing kiss that takes your breath away. His tongue sweeps into your mouth, tasting and exploring as if memorizing every detail.

At the same time, he shifts his hips and begins to drill into you with renewed vigor. The change in pace and intensity makes you whimper into the kiss, your body arching off the cushion beneath you.

Axel swallows your moans, never breaking the passionate liplock as he pounds into you relentlessly.

Your hands roam over Axel's broad back, feeling his muscles flex and strain with each powerful movement. 

You notice Axel's thrusts becoming more sloppy, his breathing erratic against your neck. His muscles quiver under your touch, telling you that he’s close. 

The realization sends a thrill through you, intensifying your own pleasure.

"Axel," you moan, your voice breathy and desperate. "I'm close... so close."

He groans in response, never faltering his pace. You can feel the tension building in your core, a delicious pressure that threatens to overwhelm you. 

Axel's cock hits that perfect spot inside you with each thrust, sending sparks of pleasure throughout your body.

"Me too," Axel pants, his voice strained. "I should... I need to pull out."

You tighten your legs around Axel's waist, locking your ankles behind his back to keep him from escaping. Shaking your head, you cup his face in your hands, forcing him to meet your gaze.

"No," you breathe, your voice husky with need. "I'm on the pill. Stay... please."

Axel's eyes widen, darkening with unbridled lust at your words. A low groan escapes him as he realizes the implications.

"Are you sure?" he asks, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

You nod fervently, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pull him down for a searing kiss. 

"I need to feel you," you whisper against his lips. "All of you. Please, Axel... cum inside me."

Your words seem to ignite something primal within him. Axel's eyes flash with intense desire at your words. He captures your lips in a searing kiss as his thrusts become more frantic. 

You can feel him swelling even larger inside you, bringing you right to the edge.

"Y/N," he groans against your neck. "I'm going to-"

"Yes," you gasp, digging your nails into his back. "Do it. Cum for me, Axel."

With a guttural moan, Axel buries himself to the hilt inside you. You feel the hot rush of his release flooding your core as his cock pulses. 

The sensation is enough to trigger your own orgasm. Your inner walls clamp down on him as waves of pleasure crash over you.

Axel continues to rock gently into you, drawing out both of your climaxes. Your bodies tremble against each other as you both bathed in the high of your releases. 

He presses his forehead against yours, both of you panting heavily. For a long moment, you simply lie there, intertwined and connected in the most intimate way.

"You're incredible," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

You smiled up at him, your heart swelling with affection. 

"I’d do anything to help you," you tease him playfully. 

Axel chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest and into yours. 

His eyes sparkled with mischief and affection as he gazed down at you, a tender smile playing on his lips.

"I got that," he smirks his eyes trailing down to where your bodies remained connected.

You follow his gaze, mesmerized by the intimate sight. Your skin, flushed pink with exertion, contrasts beautifully with his. 

His cock, still semi-hard, remains buried inside you, as if reluctant to break this newfound connection. 

"I think I found the cure to my nightmares," Axel whispers, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. His fingertips linger on your cheek, tracing the outline of your jaw with tender precision.

"I think so too," you murmur, pulling him in for another kiss. 

This one is different from the heated, passionate exchanges of moments before. It's softer, more deliberate, filled with unspoken promises and newfound tenderness.

Axel sighs against your lips, his body melting into yours. When he finally slips out of you, a trickle of his release slides down your thigh, a physical reminder of what just transpired between you.

He reaches over you grabbing a tissue and wiping the excess away delicately, careful not to overstimulate you.

When he tosses the tissue in the nearest trashcan, he reaches for your (his) t-shirt off the coffee table and motions for you to lift your arms. 

With a small smile, you raise your arms, allowing him to slide the fabric over you, the shirt falling comfortably over your figure. 

After he draws his boxers back on, he quickly gathers you into his arms, cradling you against his chest, and tugging the blanket you had brought, over your bodies.

With gentle movements, Axel maneuvers both of you onto your sides, tucking you against him like a perfect puzzle piece. 

You feel the solid wall of his chest pressed against your back, his warmth enveloping you completely. His arm drapes over your waist, hand splayed possessively across your stomach beneath the thin cotton of the shirt.

Your bare legs intertwine with one another's, the coarse hair on his calves tickling your smooth shaven one’s. Neither of you spoke for a while, letting the quiet hum of the night settle around you.

You reached for his hand, intertwining your fingers with his, your thumb running over the roughness of his knuckles.

"Guess you’re stuck with me now," you hummed softly.

"Sounds good to me," he murmurs, lips pressed against your shoulder. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, sighing contently.

"Best cure ever," he murmurs, the sleepiness evident in his voice.

You smiled, closing your eyes as the rhythm of his breathing slowed, matching yours.

And as the night carried you both into sleep, tangled in each other’s warmth, there was no question, this wasn’t a dream. It was real. And neither of you wanted to wake up from it.

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Masterlist

taglist: @ggrgcribg

(a/n: I started working on this one the minute I received it, and I have another one that someone requested about a daddy kink and I am alllllll for it. Next one won't be smut, it'll be fun it's with reader zara x reader x axel. I'm combining two requests I received about them being a team/besties. Anyways, like, comment, reblog, I appreciate all y'all's love!!)

[cheoridoll]

confessing —

pairing: robby keene x reader

warning: nothing, just something cute.

includes: robby confessing his love.

note: thinking of releasing a robby obscenity, perhaps?

words counted: 1.200

playlist for the fic: spotify | again, excuse the bad english! english isn't my first language :)

At the back of the dojo, Robby paced restlessly, his right hand stroking his chin in a visibly failed attempt to calm his nerves.

He was still wearing a kimono, with messy hair and bandages on his eyebrows. The black highlighted his muscles, which had been worked in the fight, while the yellow of the coat of arms highlighted his hair, which was as shiny as that of a certain princess when she sang.

"Damn, damn, damn" — he repeated to himself as he walked around. Across the mat.

Sam laughed at the whole situation, finding it adorable how his friend acted under the effects of love, even though she was in the same happy situation. She was clinging to Miguel, one of his current best friends, the same one who helped Robby choose the rings he would give to the girl he was going to declare his love to at the end of the day, since Diaz, having been raised only by his mother, had a certain notion of what girls liked.

The girl took classes at night, the only time allowed by the sensei, who said that they would be simple classes, below beginner level, because according to him, "the girls didn't have any aptitude". Pathetic.

The boys never denied having a certain hatred towards Kreese's idiotic and ill-thought-out speeches, always making a point of covering their ears, humming or even running to the bathroom when the oldest began his speeches.

"Relax, you idiot!" — Diaz threw one of the foam bricks in his direction, hitting Robby's already bruised face. "She already said she loved you."

"I know, I... Ah." — he turned his body and threw himself on the floor, looking at a random stain on the ceiling of the dojo. "She said she loved me and I ran away like a coward."

"You're afraid of women." — Sam said ironically, looking at Miguel.

The blond couldn't stop laughing, escaping a little from the nervousness that was consuming him internally, leaving aside the hands that seemed to crawl like slugs.

The clock rang. It was on time. The students began to enter the dojo, while Kreese rolled his eyes in boredom and contempt, leaving the place as fast as a sprinter, making way for the night teachers, Miguel and Robby.

"Okay girls, let's warm up first, walk in circles around the dojo, then run, alternating between slow and fast." — Diaz took the lead, seeing that his friend was busy drying the newbie still confused on how to put on her belt.

Adorable.

The whole class had been hectic, as the girls had blood in their eyes, and as recent professionals, they could say that not even the most experienced boys fought dirty like the girls. In a good way, perhaps.

"Hey!" — Robby ran, almost tripping over his own feet due to fatigue. "I need to, yeah..." — He cleared his throat, looking for the words he would use, the right words so that he wouldn't come out automatically and end up saying more than he should, more or less than he feels.

"Talking to you, seriously, I need to tell you something."

She laughed. Robby's world seemed to fall apart, not in a tragic way as it seemed. She laughed tenderly, gracefully like one of the beautiful flowers in the school garden, the ones Robby steals every morning, hoping to give them to his beloved, always giving up a second before. His world fell apart, fell apart when he realized that no words would be enough to show enough.

A tightness invaded his chest, leaving him desolate for a few seconds, to the point that the girl needed to call him, say his name several times, something that gave him a certain feeling of being in heaven next to an angel, due to such a melody.

"Sweet?" — There. That speech was the one that no longer allowed Robby to hold his tongue, no longer paying attention to automatic, he just spoke and spoke, as if tomorrow no longer existed.

"I love you. And, and it hurts me every single day, the way I ran away like a coward, the regret of not having pulled you by the arms and kissed every little detail that I love so much about you, which perhaps would have been impossible, since I don't just love your exterior, but also your interior, this wonderful woman that you are, your personality, your grace and tenderness, fuck, I don't even like swear words, what did I say? But, hell, you're the woman I want to be with."

The fighter remained silent, leaving the blond distressed, breathing irregularly and sweating visibly. He was as cold as an ice cube. Daniel, who was watching through the window of the small room, could have sworn that his friend was about to faint, Johnny and he were already preparing to run in case something really happened to the boy.

"I hate you, you know?" — Finally something came out of her mouth, surprising him, not in a positive way.

"Did I do it too late? That, I mean, declare myself?"

"Yes." — He sighed, throwing his body against the other's.

Robby was confused again, what was she doing? "But I love you, I love you so much that I can't say exactly what goes on in my chest and my head, they constantly fight with me."

They both laughed, still hugging each other, enjoying the short time they had together.

"You can do what you want."

"What did I want?" — She smiled, amused by the boy's short memory, taking the lead in the action that Robby had been waiting so long to do.

The fighter put her arms around the other's neck, carefully caressing the nape of her current love's neck. The caress soon went from a simple demonstration of what was about to happen, their lips collided, the movements became loose, both guided, a beautiful fit, there were no misunderstandings, or fight for command. As I said, a fit, the perfect fit.

"I love you, Robby."

"I love you too, my princess."

I'm very happy that you enjoyed my previous fanfic! That really makes me very motivated. Oh, and I place orders! :)

[extinctlesspains]

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 [𝐹. 𝑋𝑖𝑎𝑜]

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ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ, ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ, ᴘᴀʀᴛ ғᴏᴜʀ, ᴘᴀʀᴛ ғɪᴠᴇ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ! sᴇɴsᴇɪ ᴡᴏʟғ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: xɪᴀᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴇ, ᴜɴʟᴏᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʀᴜɴ—ʙᴜᴛ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ sᴘʀɪɴᴛ ғᴏʀ ғʀᴇᴇᴅᴏᴍ, ʜᴇ sᴏғᴛʟʏ sᴀʏs, "ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ." ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀs ᴀ ᴄᴏɴᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ʀᴇsᴘᴏɴsᴇ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴄᴏʟʟᴀᴘsɪɴɢ ɪɴ ғᴇᴀʀ ᴀs ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇs ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴘᴜɴɪsʜᴍᴇɴᴛs ғʟᴏᴏᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ, ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇʟᴘʟᴇss ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴏᴏʀ. ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴇʟs ʙᴇsɪᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, sᴛʀᴏᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɪʀ, ʜᴇ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ɴᴏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ᴅᴇɴʏ—ʏᴏᴜ’ʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʙᴇ ʜɪs.

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You were losing yourself.

Days blurred into weeks. Every act of defiance was met with punishment. Every punishment was followed by gentleness. It was always the same cycle—pain, deprivation, and then the suffocating warmth of his touch, his voice, his sickening love.

And worst of all? You didn’t know how much fight you had left.

Xiao had made sure of that.

He was breaking you bit by bit.

He sat beside you, fingers ghosting over the bruises on your wrists. The iron collar around your neck was a constant reminder of how much power he had over you, of how little control you had left.

"You look tired, darling," he murmured.

That word. Darling.

You tensed, muscles locking up as a chill ran down your spine. You hated it. You feared it. Every time he said it, something in you recoiled, memories of his hands, his punishments, his love crashing over you in suffocating waves. The way he would finish inside you even when you begged him not to.

But you refused to give him the satisfaction of a response.

Xiao chuckled, amused by your silence. “You know,” he continued, “I think it’s time we tried something different.”

You turned your head slightly, just enough to glare at him through exhausted, narrowed eyes.

His smirk widened.

“I’m going to let you go.”

Your breath caught. What?

He stood, pulling a key from his pocket and unlocking the collar around your throat. It clicked open, the weight vanishing as he pulled it away. Your skin was raw beneath it, bruised from days of wear, but you barely felt the relief.

Xiao grabbed your arm, pulling you up with unsettling ease. Your legs were weak from days of barely moving, but he steadied you with an iron grip, leading you toward the door.

The front door.

Your pulse pounded. Was this a trick?

Xiao unlocked it, the soft click echoing in the quiet room. He pushed it open, revealing the night air outside. The scent of rain filled your lungs. The world beyond his grasp—it was right there.

You didn’t move.

Xiao tilted his head. "Go on. I’m giving you a chance to leave."

Your heart slammed against your ribs. You searched his face, looking for the trap, the cruel game you knew he was playing.

But the door was open. Open.

You could run. You could escape.

So you did.

You pushed past him, feet stumbling against the threshold. The cold air hit your skin like a slap, your body screaming at you to move faster. You had barely taken three steps when his voice rang out behind you—soft, tender, almost loving.

"I love you, darling."

The world tilted.

Your breath hitched, your vision swimming as a cold dread coiled around your spine. Your legs buckled, a sharp tremor ripping through your body. You gasped as your knees slammed into the floor, your entire being frozen in place.

No—no, what’s happening?

Your chest tightened, a suffocating wave of memories crashing over you. The punishments. The nights spent trembling in his arms. His hands tracing over bruised skin, whispering the same sickening word over and over again.

"Darling."

Your breaths came in ragged gasps. Your fingers clawed at the floor as you willed your legs to move. Get up. Get up.

But you couldn’t.

Tears burned at your eyes. Your body refused to obey. Your mind screamed at you to run, but your muscles were locked, paralyzed under the weight of something deeply wrong.

Xiao sighed behind you. Slow, deliberate footsteps echoed in the silence, drawing closer. You flinched as his boots came into view, his presence suffocating even without touch.

“How pathetic,” he murmured, crouching beside you. He reached out, stroking your hair in mock sympathy. “Did you really think I’d let you go so easily?”

You couldn’t breathe.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear.

“You poor thing,” he whispered. “You’re mine. You always will be.”

A broken sob escaped your lips.

Because deep down, in the shattered remnants of your mind—you knew he was right.

"What... What did you do to me?" You sobbed out.

"Classical conditioning." He smiled, engulfing your sweet scent.

"Doesn't matter though... You're mine." He chuckled lowly, almost psychotic.

"Forever."

[starkrebellion]

I'm sorry but they'd hate the fans who STILL do nothing but compare them and pit them against each other... like bro they're each others biggest supporters and protectors in season 6 can we let the arguments go already

[sleepyicon]

i’ve come to the conclusion that tumblr is the only sensible place to interact with the ck fandom

[elevenenthusiast]

Some people might not wanna admit it but Miguel has really changed Johnny as a person and shifted his views on a lot of things. It's upsetting that we haven’t seen much of Johnny and Robby’s relationship and the fact that they haven’t fully reconciled. Saying that Robby is Johnny's "real son" tho and calling Miguel a random or replacement is just wrong. You can dislike Johnny for being absent in Robby’s life but that doesn’t mean you can’t see things from different perspectives. Johnny’s bond with Miguel genuinely helped him get out of that deadbeat alcoholic phase he was stuck in back in season 1. Even if there wasn’t a huge shift between Johnny and Robby, Johnny would probably still be the same guy he was in season 1 and might’ve even been worse, not even trying to be part of Robby’s life. I get that some of you won’t be happy with this because it’s not "enough" but the point is, Johnny being absent in Robby’s life doesn’t justify saying derogatory things about Miguel especially about a Latino kid. That makes it even more ICKY.

[shortnspidey]

DADDY ISSUES

Robby Keene x OC!Reader || cobra kai || seasons one - three

SUMMARY: Katherine LaRusso has it all: a lavish lifestyle, a supportive friend group, and the material possessions most can only dream of. Yet, beneath the surface, she yearns for something more. Haunted by the pain of her parents’ divorce, she seeks solace in the familiar comforts of her privileged life. However, fate intervenes, forcing her to uproot and start anew in Europe. Years later, Katherine returns to Los Angeles with her enigmatic relative, Daniel LaRusso. As she navigates a new school, rekindles old passions, and forges new friendships, she encounters someone who mirrors her own struggles. Will their shared experiences unite them, or will their differences tear them apart?

WARNINGS: friends to lovers, second chance romance, descriptions of violence, talks of bad mental health, some talks of blood and violence

A/N: I do not own any of the cobra kai characters only Katherine and her storyline as well as any other character's I may create. Please do not copy or translate my work; even with credit! Paraphrasing is still copying! As always, thank you for all the support in my writing, I appreciate every single one of you! 🥰

➩ SEASON ONE

➩ SEASON TWO

➩ SEASON THREE

[emloafs]

me to the cobra kai writers

[efkstuff]

SENSEI DANIEL LARUSSO

"If you have hate in your heart then you've already lost."

[redroses07]

Dating Miguel Diaz ♡

[little-legend-baby]

If Demetri Alexopoulos has a million fans, I’m one of them.

If Demetri Alexopoulos has 10 fans I am one of them.

If Demetri Alexopoulos has 1 fan, it’s me.

If Demetri Alexopoulos has no fans, I am dead.

[mccaufe08]

If I had a nickel for every time I fixate on a character who is Korean, male, and has a very distinct haircut…

I’d have two nickels, which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice

[cheoridoll]

distraction —

pairing: robby keene x reader

warning: none, just something cute

words counted: 1.582

includes: just Robby like a puppy after his love

playlist for the fic: spotify. | forgive the bad english! it's not my first language.

A toss or a distraction, Robby felt useless at this point in the day, sitting on the couch at his half-brother's house, while staring at the turned off television, totally disconnected from his current reality, only remembering how he was used by a girl. And damn, he liked it. He couldn't deny that he was like a puppy, obeying all the orders of the tough rookie girl, the one who arrived suddenly, the distant female cousin of the Larusso family. Because Daniel loved her, she was like a daughter to him.

At first, he just wanted revenge, now he finds himself in love with his own karma.

"Hey bro, grab your backpack, let's go to school" — Miguel said, throwing the backpack against Keene's rigid body, waking up to life, as his father would say.

He forgot so much about the world outside his head, that he also ended up forgetting why he was awake so early. School.

"Shit! Miguel, did you do the french work?" — like a light bulb, it lit up his mind. He spent so much time focused on Larusso that he left aside his obligations, like an idiot in love, preferring to remain in the illusion of his own daydreams.

"Yes, I did." — he agreed, transforming his expression into a somewhat confused one, eyebrows drawn together and mouth half open.

"Put my name? Please!" — he asked with a huge pout on his lips, making Diaz understand and laugh loudly at the gesture.

"Okay, but stop making that weird face."

Robby was getting more and more electric as the hours passed, excited for class after lunch. Arts had become one of his recent passions. He loved painting feelings, the most recent being the common mix of love and fear, which he affectionately nicknamed "chocolate and pepper." Love creates artists, it created Robby, and disappointment makes them better. But deep down, I hoped it would continue as an unfinished creation.

Keene continued rambling in his head, and all paths ironically led him to her, to her beautiful hair, penetrating, oblique and hidden gaze. He hated love, he hated being attracted to someone who held him up like a spear, a fucking distraction.

"Where are you looking, Keene?" — Robby's head went straight to the empty food plate, making the blow have a greater impact, his face burned with pain, his throat wanted to scream, but he couldn't.

"Shit Kyler, get out of here you idiot." — Miguel accompanied him.

Kyler had been thinking about the guy with the clear eyes in recent days, vowing to give him a good beating one day, also stating that he would at least see where the blow came from. No sooner said than done. After the crash, he became dizzy, it wasn't like he had the strength to stand up there, his face was fucked up, he lost consciousness, he even lost sight of the fact that one of the shards of glass had flown onto his shoulder. Damn the day he decided to wear a shirt with a loose collar. I lifted the table, still tipping sideways and my vision was blurred, holding his belly, as if that would give him more balance. Kyler saw the biggest opportunity, turned his body and kicked the other person's heel, knocking Robby to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Miguel tried to advance towards the other, but was stopped by the idiots, cowardly held by three people. While struggling, Kyler threw the first kick.

"Oh, Kyler!" — a female voice tore through the place.

There were feelings in the speech, not so positive so to speak, perhaps hatred, anger with a hint of jealousy.

"Only I can mess with my blond." — ran towards the brunette, kicking him away from Keene, his kicks were high, Kyler didn't really know how to attack at that moment, nor did he know if he should, opting to take small steps backwards while using defense.

"Are you such a coward that you can't just slap me?"

He attacked her with hatred, threw her body to the ground and stood on top of her torso, while holding the thin collar of the girl's blouse, ready to throw the first punch. She smiled, not an ordinary smile, a devilish smile, and the surprise came with her tears, a desolate and fearful look.

"What's going on in that cafeteria?" — shouted the director, who with heavy steps walked towards Kyler, taking him off the girl.

Behind him was Daniel, who was helping prepare the dance that night.

"Uncle, I tried to defend my friend, but when I saw..." — he burst into tears, being lifted from the ground by his uncle, who hugged him carefully.

"Fine my love." - Larusso left the girl leaning against one of the tables, heading towards the body of the former apprentice. With compassion the silence against his body, the support between his arms in the most comfortable way he could.

"Are you okay, Robby?" Nothing was said, he was still dizzy from all the blows and the coffee didn't help his anxiety at that moment.

"Uncle, I'm going to take him to the infirmary, okay?"

"Okay, princess, I'm going to go to the principal's office and sort out this mess." — The older man left, while Larusso placed Robby's arm over his shoulders, in order to avoid another contact between the other person's body and the ground.

"Robby, look at me, tell me it's okay." — He requested. "I..." - he paused, completely rethinking that moment.

"Take me to the infirmary straight away."

Without saying anything else, she took him there, the silence killed them, I missed their diverse conversations. In the end, Robby felt a little hurt, beyond the physical.

"Tell me sweetie, why are you like this?" — asked the one with locks, bringing her fingers to the other's injured face. "I know you're strong and you'd take him down whenever you wanted."

"You. I'm like this because of you." — he took his arm away and threw himself on the sofa in the infirmary.

Karla, the nurse, was at least scared by how deformed Keene was, after all, he was at a school where practically every day there were around three students injured after a hidden fight. I'll get the ice. - was the only thing he said before leaving.

"What did I do, Robby"

"Everything, just answer me one thing before I tell you to leave this room and leave me alone." — He shouted. He was more upset than actually angry, in order to just take her away from his mind and heart for a few minutes.

"Am I what to you? Cheap fun, love." — he laughed to himself. "forget the last part, I must be some idiot that you only catch when you feel like it."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" — he raised his right eyebrow.

"I love you so much, and look, if I didn't show you signs of that, it's because I'm insecure. Robby, you have anyone at your feet, your exes are incredibly perfect, they fight well, they are beautiful... " —she sat next to him.

"I'm afraid of not being good enough like they were."

"I should slap you for thinking like that." — he joked.

Not that he had the courage to lift a finger at her, he loved her in a ridiculous way, which sometimes found it strange.

"I love you, I love you in a way that I've never loved anyone else and you can bet that you're the only one I want to have in my life, or better yet, build one."

"I called him, I'm not good enough to fight someone experienced yet." — she laughed, throwing his body against hers, to create a hug.

"You're over the top, Keene." — she leaned his torso, kissing the wound on the older man's face close to the wound.

"No, I'm just ridiculously in love with the new girl. In fact, how did you know the director was coming?"

"Needy. For you." - they laughed.

"Look, you kicked very well, I was quite jealous of what the highs were."

"I don't even know how I did that, I just wanted to protect you at any cost."

"Damn girl. I love you so much that I could go to hell just for you."

he didn't want hell, he wanted heaven, the roof of her mouth, to calm her busy and stressful days. The calm kiss, full of desire and passion no longer repressed, was everything they wanted and what they finally got.

[extinctlesspains]

𝑊𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 [𝐹. 𝑋𝑖𝑎𝑜]

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ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: ɴᴏ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: sᴇɴsᴇɪ ᴡᴏʟғ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ!

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ᴀɴɢsᴛ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: sᴇɴsᴇɪ ᴡᴏʟғ's ᴜɴᴡᴀᴠᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴅɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴀʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀsʜᴀᴅᴏᴡᴇᴅ ʜɪs ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ, ʟᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴘᴀɪɴғᴜʟ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋᴜᴘ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴜɴᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴀʀ ᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴ ᴀ ᴅɪsᴛᴀɴᴛ ᴏʙsᴇʀᴠᴇʀ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴘᴀssɪᴏɴ.

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The scent of rosin and sweat clung to the air, a familiar comfort that had once been a shared passion. Now, it was a suffocating reminder of what you’d lost. Xiao’s movements were sharp, precise, each strike a testament to his unwavering dedication. You watched from the edge of the dojo, the familiar ache in your chest deepening with every perfectly executed kata. The rhythm of his training, once a source of admiration, now echoed the rhythm of a heartbeat growing distant.

He finished, the final kiai ripping through the silence, and turned to you. The sweat glistening on his brow reflected the harsh overhead lights, highlighting the lines of concentration etched into his face. “How was that?” he asked, his voice slightly breathless.

“Perfect,” you managed, the word tasting like ash. “As always.”

He nodded, a brief, almost absent acknowledgment. “I’m preparing for the match. It’s… demanding.”

“I know,” you repeated, the words a worn-out refrain. “You’ve been… demanding of yourself.”

He paused, a flicker of something—perhaps guilt, perhaps a fleeting recognition of your pain—crossing his features. “It’s important to me. You understand that, don’t you?”

“I understand that karate is important,” you said, your voice low and trembling. “What I don’t understand is why it has to be more important than us. Than… than everything.”

He stepped closer, his gaze searching yours. “It’s not… it’s not meant to be.”

“But it is,” you insisted, the raw emotion bubbling up, threatening to spill over. “You’re always here, Xiao. Always training. Always pushing yourself. And I’m… I’m always waiting. Waiting for a moment, a sliver of your attention that never seems to come.”

The silence that followed was heavy, thick with unspoken words and broken promises.Xiao’s eyes, usually so warm and inviting, were now clouded with a distant resolve, a reflection of the unwavering focus that had become his defining trait. “Karate… it’s a part of me,” he said, his voice quiet. “It’s always been a part of me. It's how I define myself.”

“And where do I fit into that part?” you asked, the tears welling up, blurring your vision. “Where do we fit into that part? Because lately, it feels like there’s no room.”

He hesitated, his gaze dropping to the worn wooden floor. “I didn’t mean for it to be like this. I didn’t mean to push you away.”

“But you did,” you whispered, the truth cutting through the layers of denial. “And I can’t… I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep watching you disappear into something that has nothing to do with me.”

He reached for your hand, his touch hesitant, almost pleading. “Don’t say that. We can work this out. We can find a balance.”

“How?” you asked, pulling your hand away, the touch now feeling like a brand. “By you spending even more time in this dojo? By me watching you become a stranger, a distant figure in a gi? I can't live on the sidelines of your life, Xiao.”

“Then… then let’s be friends,” he said, his voice laced with a desperate hope, a plea for something, anything, to salvage from the wreckage. “We can still be in each other’s lives. We can still…”

You shook your head, the tears finally spilling over, hot and stinging. “No. I can’t. I can’t watch you from the sidelines, pretending everything’s okay when it’s not. I can’t see you, knowing what we’ve lost, knowing what we could have been. It would hurt too much. Every smile, every shared glance, would be a reminder of what’s gone.”

His face fell, the realization dawning on him, a slow, painful understanding. “I… I didn’t think… I didn’t realize…”

“I know,” you whispered, your voice choked with emotion. “That’s the problem. You didn’t realize. You were so focused on your own path that you forgot about the one we were supposed to be walking together.”

You turned away, the sound of your footsteps echoing in the empty dojo, a stark contrast to the silence he left behind. You didn’t look back. You couldn’t bear to see the pain in his eyes, the regret that had come too late.

The world outside was a blur of colors and sounds, but all you could feel was the hollow ache in your chest, the emptiness that had settled in its place. You knew you’d made the right decision, a painful but necessary choice. Xiao’s dedication to karate had become his obsession, his downfall, and in the process, he had lost you. He had chosen the dojo, and you had chosen yourself. The silence left behind was deafening, a testament to the love that had been sacrificed on the altar of ambition. And as you walked away, you knew that the friendship he offered was a bridge too far, a path you couldn’t bear to cross.