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HEYYY!!!

OMG I LOVE YOUR WRITING, IM VERY EMBARRASSING TO ASK THIS BUT LIKE…

Is it ok if you make a Yandere Sensei Wolf x Reader?

I don’t know why I just see him as a yandere, but anyways.

I don’t really know what plot but like I have an idea that the read is in another team and Sensei Wolf took an interest with them?

You can decide from there, thank you!

A/n: OH MY GOSH THANK YOUU im so glad u liked the yandere fics and ideas 😭💕

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠: 𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒! 𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑖 𝑊𝑜𝑙𝑓

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𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝑦𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒! 𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑖 𝑤𝑜𝑙𝑓 𝑥 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑖! 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑖 𝑊𝑜𝑙𝑓 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑎 𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑖, 𝑜𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑥𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑛𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑢𝑖𝑡.

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑦𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑟, 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑐𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟.

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The crowd erupted into cheers as your team landed the final blow, securing yet another victory in the Sekai Taikai qualifiers. You stood at the edge of the mat, clipboard in hand, giving a sharp nod of approval to your students. They��d worked hard for this moment, and every drop of sweat and hour of training had paid off.

As you turned to make notes on the match, a shadow loomed over you.

“That’s quite a team you’ve got there,” a low, gravelly voice remarked.

You glanced over your shoulder, startled to find Sensei Wolf standing much closer than you’d expected. His sharp eyes studied you with an intensity that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

“Thanks,” you said, your tone neutral but guarded. “Your team’s not bad either.”

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, though his expression didn’t quite soften. “Not bad, huh? High praise coming from someone as disciplined as you.”

The way he said “disciplined” made you feel like a specimen under a microscope. You shifted your weight, uncomfortable with his scrutiny. “Discipline is what wins tournaments,” you replied curtly, hoping to end the conversation.

“Wins tournaments,” he echoed, as though savoring the words. “Yeah, I can see that. But discipline like yours? That’s rare. You lead like you’ve got something to prove.”

You frowned, not appreciating the comment. “It’s called doing my job,” you replied, turning your attention back to your clipboard.

Wolf didn’t respond immediately. When you glanced up again, he was still watching you, his smirk gone, replaced by something darker. “Well, good luck out there, Sensei,” he finally said before walking away.

But the weight of his gaze lingered, unsettling you more than you cared to admit.

The next few days passed in a blur of matches and training sessions, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. Every time you looked around, you’d catch a glimpse of Wolf—always on the periphery, leaning against a wall or sitting in the stands, his eyes fixed on you.

At first, you tried to ignore it. Rival senseis often observed each other, studying techniques and strategies. But this wasn’t just professional interest. It felt personal.

One evening, as you finished packing up after practice, you found him waiting outside the arena.

“You’re here late,” he remarked, his voice casual, though the intensity in his gaze made your skin crawl.

“I could say the same to you,” you replied, gripping your bag tightly.

Wolf chuckled, a low, almost menacing sound. “What can I say? I’m dedicated. And you…” He paused, letting the silence stretch. “You’re fascinating.”

The statement caught you off guard, and you stiffened. “Sensei Wolf, if this is about the tournament—”

“It’s not,” he interrupted, stepping closer. His presence was overwhelming, and you instinctively took a step back. “This is about you. You’ve got something no one else does. Something I can’t stop thinking about.”

Your heart raced, not with flattery but with unease. “I don’t know what you think this is, but I suggest you keep your distance.”

His smirk returned, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Careful, Sensei. You don’t want to make an enemy out of me.”

You didn’t reply, brushing past him and walking quickly toward the exit. But his words followed you, a sinister promise that sent a chill down your spine.

It only got worse from there. Wolf began orchestrating matches to ensure your teams would face each other, his students suddenly employing tactics designed specifically to counter your style. When you confronted him about it, he cornered you in an empty hallway.

“Why are you doing this?” you demanded, your voice sharp.

“Doing what?” he asked, feigning innocence.

“Sabotaging the tournament. Fixating on my team. On me.”

His expression darkened, and for a moment, you regretted your boldness. “You think this is about the tournament?” he growled, stepping closer. “This is about you. Don’t you see it? We’re the same, you and I. You belong with me.”

Your stomach twisted, but you held your ground. “You’ve crossed a line, Wolf. Stay away from me and my team.”

His eyes flashed with something dangerous—rage, desire, maybe both. “You don’t get it, do you? I’ve been patient. I’ve tried to let you come to me on your own. But you’re so damn stubborn.”

Before you could respond, he grabbed your wrist, his grip firm but not painful. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured, his voice softer now, almost pleading. “But I will if it means keeping you safe. Keeping you…mine.”

You yanked your arm free, heart pounding. “You’re insane,” you spat, stepping back.

Wolf’s lips curled into a smile, but there was no humor in it. “Maybe I am. But that doesn’t change the truth. You’ll see it eventually, Sensei. I’ll make sure of it.”

The tournament finals were a nightmare. Your team defeated his in a hard-fought match, but instead of conceding gracefully, Wolf snapped.

After the match, he confronted you in a secluded corner of the arena, his composure shattered.

“You think you’ve won?” he snarled, his voice trembling with rage. “This isn’t over. It’ll never be over.”

Before you could respond, he slammed his fist into the wall beside your head, his face inches from yours. His breathing was ragged, his eyes wild. “You can’t keep running from me. I’ll always find you. Always.”

Tears stung your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. “You need help, Wolf. This obsession isn’t normal.”

“Normal?” he laughed bitterly, his voice breaking. “You think I care about being normal? You’re all I care about. You’re mine, and I’ll destroy anyone who tries to take you away.”

It took intervention from tournament officials to pull him away, but the damage was done. As they dragged him out of the arena, his eyes locked onto yours, a final, chilling promise in his gaze.

“This isn’t goodbye, Sensei. You’ll see me again.”

And deep down, you knew he was right.

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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."

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hiii i love your writing!! what about terry silver's daughter reader and sensei wolf? 👀 some tension and flirty rivalry could be fun 😳 thank you so much!

𝑆𝑖𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝐿𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑖 𝑊𝑜𝑙𝑓

𝐵𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠

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𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑖 𝑊𝑜𝑙𝑓 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒.

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝑇𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑆𝑖𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑖 𝑊𝑜𝑙𝑓 𝑛𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑦, 𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑊𝑜𝑙𝑓 𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑠𝑘 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒.

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑇𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔.

𝐵𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑: 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑆𝑖𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟! 𝑇𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑒𝑘𝑎𝑖 𝑇𝑎𝑖𝑘𝑎𝑖!

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The dojo gleamed under the harsh fluorescent lights, every surface polished to a pristine shine. It was a reflection of Terry Silver’s vision—order, discipline, perfection. You leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, watching Sensei Wolf spar with one of the more advanced students.

Wolf’s movements were sharp and calculated, a mixture of power and fluidity that commanded attention. His strikes landed with precision, and his footwork was deliberate. He radiated confidence—too much confidence, if you were being honest.

He caught your gaze mid-spin kick, smirking as if he knew exactly what you were thinking. The audacity of that smirk made your fingers itch to wipe it off his face.

"Enjoying the show, princess?" Wolf asked, stepping back as the student staggered to his feet. He tossed a towel over his shoulder, his tone teasing but laced with challenge.

"Hardly," you replied, pushing off the wall. Your arms remained crossed as you approached him, refusing to let him see how much his presence unsettled you. "I’ve seen better form from a beginner class."

Wolf chuckled, the sound low and irritatingly smooth. "And yet, here you are. Front and center. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you couldn’t get enough of me."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. "Don’t flatter yourself. Someone has to make sure you don’t embarrass the Iron Dragons legacy with your sloppy technique."

He tilted his head, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. "Sloppy? That’s rich coming from someone who hasn’t stepped onto the mat all day."

You stepped closer, your chin tilted defiantly. "Maybe because I don’t waste my time showing off for an audience."

His smirk deepened, and he took a deliberate step into your space. The air between you crackled with unspoken tension, his presence overwhelming in a way that made your pulse quicken.

"Showing off?" His voice dropped, quiet but sharp as a blade. "If you want a demonstration, all you have to do is ask."

Before you could respond, your father’s voice rang out from his office.

"Wolf! Y/n! Quit standing around and get back to work."

The moment shattered, the tension retreating like a wave. Wolf stepped back, his smirk never wavering as he picked up his water bottle.

"Looks like Daddy’s watching," he said, his voice dripping with mock innocence. "Wouldn’t want to disappoint him, would we?"

You glared at him, your hands curling into fists. "Careful, Wolf. Keep pushing, and I might decide to show you what sloppy technique really looks like."

"I’d like to see you try," he replied, his tone playful but his eyes dark with challenge.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of training and frustration. Wolf’s voice seemed to follow you everywhere, throwing out comments that were just shy of crossing the line.

By the time the dojo emptied, you were ready to leave. But as you grabbed your bag, Wolf appeared in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame.

"Heading out already?" he asked, his smirk replaced with something softer, more genuine.

"Unless you have another sparring session lined up," you replied, hoisting your bag onto your shoulder.

"Actually, I was thinking..." He scratched the back of his neck, a rare hesitation creeping into his voice. "How about a truce?"

You raised an eyebrow. "A truce?"

"Yeah." He stepped closer, his usual confidence tempered with something more earnest. "No biting remarks, no flirty jabs—just one evening where we don’t drive each other crazy."

You blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity in his tone. "And what exactly does this ‘truce’ entail?"

"A date." He met your gaze, his smirk returning, but this time it was softer, less cocky. "Dinner, maybe. No dojo, no Sekai Taikai. Just us."

You studied him for a moment, searching for any hint of a joke. But there was none—just a quiet vulnerability that made your heart skip.

"Alright," you said finally, a small smile tugging at your lips. "But don’t think this means I’m going easy on you in the dojo."

"Wouldn’t dream of it," he replied, his smirk widening into a genuine grin.

As you walked out together, the tension between you shifted, no longer sharp and combative but something warmer, something new. For the first time, you found yourself looking forward to seeing where this rivalry might lead.

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I don’t know if you’re taking requests but could you do one about sensei wolf where your sams older sister and he uses you to mess with Daniel because silver told him to. You end up getting hurt by silver but everything turns out cute and fluffy in the end.

𝑇𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝐿𝑜𝑦𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑦: 𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑖 𝑤𝑜𝑙𝑓

𝐵𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠

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𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑖 𝑤𝑜𝑙𝑓 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡, 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑏𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒.

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝑊𝑜𝑙𝑓, 𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑦𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑆𝑖𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑆𝑖𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑟’𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛, 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑎𝑙, ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑛𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑜𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑟.

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑉𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑖𝑛𝑗𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠, 𝑐𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔.

𝐵𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑: 𝑌/𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝐷𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑒𝑙 𝐿𝑎𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑠 𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑑𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟. 𝑇𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝐴𝐹𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑒𝑘𝑎𝑖 𝑇𝑎𝑖𝑘𝑎𝑖 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑆𝑖𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑚.

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You always tried to stay out of the Cobra Kai drama. As Sam’s older sister, you had enough on your plate—managing your own life while dealing with the expectations that came with being a LaRusso. But when Sensei Wolf entered the picture, staying uninvolved became impossible.

Your first real encounter with him happened after a tournament match. You’d watched him fight, all precision and control, but his eyes were cold, calculating. When the match ended, you found yourself crossing paths with him outside the venue.

"You think you’re so clever, LaRusso," he taunted, his voice low, almost amused. "But clever won’t protect your family."

You met his glare, refusing to back down. "And intimidation won’t win you respect."

He raised an eyebrow, clearly not used to being challenged. "Careful. You don’t know who you’re dealing with."

"Neither do you." You stepped closer, voice steady. "I’m not like my father or sister."

Something flickered in his eyes—curiosity, maybe surprise. The tension between you was palpable, a silent challenge. You walked away, but you felt his gaze lingering.

The next few weeks, your encounters became more frequent, each one charged with unspoken tension. At the dojo, during tournaments, even in passing. It felt like a game, both of you testing boundaries, searching for weakness.

One evening, you found yourself alone in the Miyagi-Do dojo, practicing late. The door opened, and you turned to see Wolf standing there.

"You lost?" you asked, not bothering to hide your annoyance.

He smirked, leaning against the doorway. "Just curious to see if the LaRusso legacy lives up to the hype."

You rolled your eyes. "Why are you really here?"

He stepped closer, his gaze intense. "Maybe I like getting under your skin."

You crossed your arms. "Or maybe you’re afraid I’m getting under yours."

For a moment, he didn’t respond. The silence stretched between you, heavy with something unspoken. Finally, he turned away.

"Be careful who you trust," he said, his voice low. "Not everyone has your best interests at heart."

What you didn’t know was that he was talking about himself. Silver had given him clear orders: use you to get to Daniel. Disrupt the balance. Break Miyagi-Do from the inside. But Wolf hadn’t expected you to be... different. Stronger. Smarter. And now, you were in his head.

But Silver was growing impatient. One night, in the Iron Dragons dojo, that now had a spot opened up in the valley, Silver cornered Wolf.

"You’re getting too close," Silver sneered. "I told you to break her, not fall for her."

Wolf’s jaw clenched. "I’ve done everything you asked."

Silver’s eyes narrowed. "Then why isn’t LaRusso broken? Why is she still standing?" He leaned in, voice like ice. "Make her suffer. Or I will."

You didn’t know any of this when you left the dojo late one night. The streets were quiet, the air heavy. You sensed it before you saw him—a presence in the shadows. Silver stepped out, his smile cruel.

"What do you want?" you demanded, your heart pounding.

He didn’t answer, just closed the distance between you. Silver closed the distance between you, his presence suffocating. "What do I want?" he echoed, voice smooth and dangerous. "To send a message."

Before you could react, he struck.His hand shot out, grabbing your arm and twisting it. Pain flared, but you didn't cry out. Instead, you glared at him, defiant. "You think this will break me?" you spat, struggling against his grip.

He smirked, tightening his hold. "No. But it'll break someone else."

He swept your legs out from under you, sending you crashing to the ground. The impact stole the breath from your lungs. You tried to get up, but he kicked you back down, his boot pressing into your shoulder

"Your father needs to learn his place," he hissed, eyes cold. "And you? You're the lesson."

Suddenly, the pressure lifted. You heard footsteps-fast, urgent- and then Wolf's voice.

"Get away from her!"

Silver straightened, turning to face him. "You're late."

Wolf's eyes flickered to you, lying on the ground, then back to Silver. His fists clenched, knuckles white. "This wasn't the deal."

Silver laughed, a low, cruel sound "The deal was to break her. Looks like l'm doing your job for you."

Wolf stepped between you and Silver, his voice deadly calm. "Leave."

For a moment, Silver stared at him, then smiled. "Remember who you serve, Wolf." He walked away leaving silence in his wake.

Wolf knelt beside you, his expression unreadable. "Are you hurt?"

You pushed his hand away, struggling to sit up. "Don't pretend you care."

He flinched, the words hitting harder than any punch. "I didn't know he would-'

"Didn't you?" Your voice was sharp, eyes filled with anger and betrayal. "You've been playing me this whole time. I should've known."

He looked away, guilt etched on his face. "It wasn't supposed to be like this. I didn't want this."

"Then what did you want?" you demanded, tears welling in your eyes. "To destroy my family? To hurt me?"

His voice broke. "No. It started as a mission, but... you changed everything."

You shook your head, tears falling. "I trusted you. I thought... I thought there was something real between Us."

He reached for your hand, desperate "There is. I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, but... you're the only thing that's felt real in a long time."

You pulled your hand away, your voice barely a whisper. "You broke that."

The next few days were tense. Your father found out and confronted Wolf at the new iron dragons dojo. The building was empty, the air thick with unspoken fury.

Daniel's voice was cold, controlled "Stay away from my daughter."

Wolf didn't fight back. "I never wanted to hurt her."

Daniel stepped closer, his eyes blazing. "Then why did you?"

Wolfs voice was quiet, almost broken. "Because I didn't know I had a choice."

That night, you sat alone on the dojo steps, wrapped in a blanket. The air was cool, the silence heavy. You heard footsteps and turned to see Wolf standing there, hesitant.

"Why are you here?" you asked, your voice soft.

He sat beside you, leaving space between you. "Because I can't stay away."

You looked at him, tears in your eyes. "You hurt me, Wolf. More than just the bruises."

He nodded, his voice raw. "I know. I'II spend the rest of my life making it up to you, if you let me."

You were silent for a moment, then leaned your head on his shoulder. "You*re lucky I'm a forgiving person."

He exhaled, the tension leaving his body. "You make me want to be better."

You closed your eyes, the weight of everything settling. "Then prove it."

The war between dojos continued, but something had changed. In the chaos, you and Wolf found a fragile, imperfect peace-a chance at redemption. And in each other, something worth fighting for.

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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.