🥋 ❛ let's spend the night doing some virtual aerobics ❜
ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ: miguel diaz convinces his new neighbour, the sweetest girl he's ever met, to join a karate dojo. while she's under the influence of cobra kai, she finds herself turning sour.
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the following day, gioia was up bright and early to visits the diaz's. "where are you off to?" bianca barbusca quizzed her fifteen-year-old daughter.
"i am going to miguel's, to check if he is alright." gioia explained.
"remember what carmen and i told you?" bianca asked.
gioia sighed and nodded, "no karate. i am not going to sneak off to the dojo - i am going to miguel's."
bianca nodded and placed a store-bought blueberry muffin in her grasp, "eat this, okay?"
"okay." gioia responded as she unlocked the house door, "addio."
"goodbye!"
gioia sealed the front door and made her way over to the bins. with a sigh, she dropped the muffin in the bin before wiping her hands on her joggers and making her way to door 109.
she tapped on the door and swung on her feet nervously. carmen diaz opened the door and ushered her into the house.
"hi gioia, good to see you." carmen greeted her, "miggy's on the couch."
"ciao, thank you." gioia nodded as she made her way to the reddish lounge chair, "hey."
"hi." miguel groaned out, a bag of ice resting on his ribs and orange juice in his hand, "juice?"
she shook her head and began snuggling on the loveseat beside him, "you drink."
carmen came back over and sat next to her son, "miggy, why don't you tell me who did this? i'll call the school- they can protect you."
gioia winced at her suggestion, "not a good idea,"
"it will only make things worse, mama." miguel told her.
"worse than this?" carmen gestured to the state he was in.
"yes. if i just had more lessons, then maybe i'll-" miguel started.
"miguel..."
"no!" carmen snapped.
miguel sighed, "it's not sensei lawrence's fault. i just... i just wasn't ready."
"no. no more karate." she finalised, "for either of you two."
carmen's mother wandered in and began talking to her daughter in spanish. gioia gazed at her, trying to slowly translate some of the words in her head.
"thank you." miguel agreed with his grandmother.
yaya continued speaking and began making fight gestures with her hands, making the blonde girl on the furniture laugh.
"he is not." miguel defended, "you don't know him."
"he's a loser."
miguel slowly sat up, "he is not a loser. if you knew him, you'd see he's a great man!"
