not just a crush

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02

for a while now, cobra kai had been growing in popularity as the days went by, and honestly, i didn't have a problem with that. in fact, i was happy for my dad, because he'd built this dojo back up from the ground all by himself, and if i'm being completely honest, i didn't think he could. i had absolutely no faith in him when i first glanced at that flyer. that was until i got to experience the cobra kai effect in person. i was also really beginning to enjoy being apart of cobra kai. despite his occasional underdressed appearance, my dad was a generally good mentor. and i didn't mean in a personal, father-figure way; his intentions towards his students meant well and contrary to popular belief, he was actually quite caring. still a trash-mouthed asshole, but with a dash of conviction.

i can't believe i'm saying it, but he reminded me of daniel. robby heavily looked up to daniel because he's the only reliable father figure he's ever really had in his life. and i don't blame him; daniel larusso was strong and tough, and he knows what's up.

unfortunately, him and my dad had a complicated, catastrophic history. thus, creating an impending rivalry between cobra kai and miyagi-do.

it was only recent that daniel had started running the miyagi dojo, and it was extremely obvious to me that he'd only done so because of his childish need to be better than johnny. at first, i truthfully thought their dispute was absolutely and utterly ridiculous, and that they were both just acting like high school idiots. but by now, i'd spent enough time around daniel to know he's just as competitive of a person; he's just learned how to be reserved about it. i slowly began to understand why johnny hated him so much back in the day.

then again, my opinion could've been biased because of how much i currently hated sam.

at the moment, i was at a wing place near the dojo, sitting at a table with miguel and hawk.

they'd dragged me out here to get food with the rest of the cobra kai's because apparently, i was 'exceptionally good at training today,' and i needed to maintain my health. sometimes, i'd forget that they were still nerds on the inside. in retrospect, i guess they weren't wrong. tory and i sparred together for two straight hours, and it was probably the most productive i'd ever been in weeks. i don't know why, but training with tory was different. she made me want to get better. get stronger. i also couldn't stop thinking about her at any point of the day ever since i'd met her.

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