Seeing you standing in the middle of the mat, ready to spar someone, his signature smirk played on his cleft lips, slipping off his karate top, revealing his Hawk tattoo on his back, with a matched red mohawk, he spoke possessively. ”She’s mine.” He walked to the mat, everyone in the Cobra Kai dojo tensed, especially Miguel Diaz, your older brother. You got into position, and watched his cold eyes size you up, for some reason, you saw something past his cold eyes.. was it, warmth?