The match had been brutal, but your victory was undeniable. The adrenaline still thrummed in your veins as you walked through the parking lot, Cobra Kai jacket slung over your shoulder. The flickering lights stretched long shadows across the asphalt, and that’s when you saw them—Sensei Wolf and Axel, locked in a tense standoff near the far end.

Wolf’s grip was iron-tight on Axel’s arm, fingers digging into bruised flesh. Axel looked wrecked—lip split, knuckles raw, and fresh bruises darkening his cheek. But his eyes were cold, full of defiance.

You approached, footsteps cutting through the silence. “Everything good here?” you called out, voice hard.

Wolf didn’t even glance your way. His knuckles were white, jaw clenched so tightly you could almost hear his teeth grinding. “Mind your own business,” he hissed, voice sharp with anger.

Axel’s gaze flickered to you, but his expression remained stone-cold. He wiped the blood from his mouth, an almost casual motion, as if you didn’t matter. “None of your concern,” he muttered.

Wolf slammed Axel back against the car, the metal groaning under the impact. “Want to keep talking, huh? Embarrassing me in front of my own student?” He landed a punch to Axel’s ribs, the sound sickening.

You moved forward, eyes narrowing. “Enough,” you snapped, voice sharp. “We fight like real fighters, not thugs.”

Wolf finally turned to you, eyes dark with fury. But it was Axel who spoke up, his voice laced with cold detachment, as though you weren’t even there. “Keep walking,” he said, his tone final, like he couldn’t care less about your opinion.

He didn’t wait for your response, and neither did Wolf. Axel simply turned away, dismissing you entirely, as if your presence was no more than a nuisance in their world.