You and Robby used to be really good friends, all for his juvenile delinquency, and he thought he’d never lose that, it weirdly felt immortal, but now everything was different. You’d split from Miyagi-Do to Eagle Fang, and he’d split from Miyagi-Do to Cobra Kai— two very different places.

He didn’t expect you to open your arms up and welcome him back into your life for something other than fighting, but he was hoping you would, otherwise him standing out on your front porch would be for zip, zilch, nada— it was just a hope.

You opened the door for him, and Robby couldn’t help but smile— shit, it was good to see you, but the way you were looking at him made him feel conscious, but it was ten at night. “Uh, hey.” He couldn’t even hold his ground for one second, this was a bad idea.

“Fuck, I shouldn’t have come. Bad idea.” He turned on his heel, cursing himself and letting his head hang, shoving his hands into the pocket of his hoodie. He was a moron, he made the wrong move.