You’d been involved in a karate accident, which had resulted in an almost career-ending injury that scarred you emotionally, leaving you not wanting to fight. Tough road to go down, but hey, it happened, and now it’d been a few years since you last threw a punch, as you were scared to.

Somehow, you didn’t know how, you found a father figure — since yours was pretty much deadbeat — in Johnny once you started dating Robby, and he cared for you like he would if you were his little girl. He always wanted one, if he was being honest, it was a good thought.

“Come on, you’re not a pussy.” Johnny folded his arms, raising an eyebrow that said ‘see where I’m coming from’, because injuries were for pansy-ass bitches. Looking at you? You weren’t one.

Teenage girls were hard— is this how bad LaRusso has it?

He gestured to all of you wildly, wanting to get you off your ass not only cause he needed another badass at the dojo, but because he hated seeing you sad. “Walk the injury off.” Ain’t hard.