𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙇 - 𝙀𝙇𝙄 𝙈𝙊𝙎𝙆𝙊𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙕

strike first

somehow, by some grace of god, you were standing in a dojo with miguel, and johnny. it all happened so fast. one moment you were checking on johnny the next minute miguel was convincing him to open up a karate dojo. so here you three are, standing in a karate dojo. you were currently all just staring at each other. johnny stood in front of you and miguel, stone faced. you looked around awkwardly. miguel was the first one to speak up, "so are we gonna get the karate pajamas too or...?" you nodded your head questioningly looking at johnny. "quiet!" johnny yelled out startling both you and miguel. "students only speak when spoken to. is that understood?" johnny told you both. "yeah, johnny" you said. while miguel just said "yes". johnny tilted his head to the side in a questioning manner, making you and miguel look at each other in confusion.

"yes...sir?" you stated, but more like a question. "always address me as sensei. is that understood?" you and miguel looked at each other once again and nodded. "yes, sensei" you both worded. "these aren't pajamas, this is a gi" johnny continued. "and you'll get one when you've earned one." johnny stated. he then looked you both in your eyes with a serious look. you let out a chuckle at how serious he was taking this karate thing. but your laugh ended quick when johnny looked at you with a stern look. "ready to begin your training?" johnny let out. "yes, sensei" you told johnny, and miguel said it after you.

johnny quickly grabbed miguel and threw him to the ground. afterwards, he looked at you and threw you down with him. the hispanic boy let out a groan, while you let out a small gasp at the lack of air. getting up you yelled out, "what the fuck, johnny?!" before correcting yourself. "sorry i meant, what the fuck, sensei?!" you helped miguel up from off the ground.

"lesson one, strike first" johnny told you both. "yeah? well you could've given some kind of warning. it is our first day after all." you told johnny, the pain on your side lessening a bit. "never wait for the enemy to attack." johnny pointed a finger. "we do not train to be merciful around here." you liked the sound of that. you weren't much of a mercy type of person. "mercy is for the week." johnny continued.  once again, you agreed. miguel then begin to take out his inhaler, taking a puff out of it. "what is the problem, mr. diaz?" johnny questioned. "there's no problem, sensei. you punched me, and i have asthma so-" miguel was cut short by johnny taking his inhaler throwing it against the wall. "not anymore. we do not allow weakness in this dojo. so, you can leave your asthma and peanut allergies and all that other made-up bullshit outside. is that understood?" johnny finished.

"but sensei, those are real allergies and illnesses" you let out with a chuckle at how ridiculous he was being. he quickly gave you a stare down telling you to stop. johnny continued to give you a pep-talk? but that's not what you would call it. it was more of him telling you guys to be aggressive and calling you weak. he also made you and miguel do push-ups, which you didn't struggle with, but miguel did. but before you knew it practice was over and you and miguel were walking home.

it was miguel's first day tomorrow and you told carmen, miguel's mom, that you would look out for him. you didn't like too many people, which is why you didn't have many real friends but you didn't need a lot of close friends. you already had the ones you needed. but you had already taken a friendly liking to miguel and you could tell that you were going to be good friends. walking miguel to his door, you told him bye and that you'd see him tomorrow at school.

the next morning you woke up, got dressed, and brushed your teeth. you got dressed in something simple; a black crop top that would probably get you dress coded, ripped jeans, and your favorite platformed high-top converse. once you got dressed, you drove to school. walking into the building your eyes immediately scanned the swarm of kids looking for someone. not being able to find the person you gave up and walked into your first period class.