After Hours

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Set the Scene: Johnny is staying after hours at the dojo, getting extra practice in for tomorrow's match. He gets distracted and you find yourself getting taught by the Karate King himself.

*warning* some swear words, fluff

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"No, no. You're doing it wrong. Here, let me show you." The professional in Johnny was frustrated with how many times you screwed up the simplest move, but something about him having to help you made his heart beat a little faster.

It was after hours at the dojo where he was getting extra practice in for his match tomorrow. He noticed you standing outside the dance studio next door, assuming you were waiting for your ride. He saw you sigh on the phone and hang up upset. He offered to show you some moves in the dojo while you waited so you didn't get cold, but he secretly just wanted to spend time with you. Johnny noticed you at school a few times, but didn't think you noticed him.

Little did he know what you were actually thinking.

You thought of Johnny Lawrence all the time; when you woke up to when you fell asleep. His shiny, blonde hair and his piercing blue eyes swarmed in your head everywhere you went. And God, that good-boy smile of his did something else to your heart. 

His friends started to take notice of his little "distraction" at school and practice. Bobby was the only one to actually say something about it, but got shut down by Johnny's snarkiness and obvious denial. The Cobra's knew how rough it was for their friend to get over Ali, his ex-girlfriend, but he slowly he started to come back to his cocky and smart-ass self.

"You know, maybe I'd have gotten this by now if I had a better sensei." You smirked at him as he moved closer. He traveled to your right side, put your hand straight out in front of you and slowly pulled your arm back to show you the correct motion.

You noticed a hitch caught in his breath as he moved your arm.

Was he nervous?

God his hands were warm and frighteningly large.

He cleared his throat as he fixed his gi.

"The punch is the easiest move, but maybe I should've found a better student. Try again." He rolled his eyes as he took a couple steps behind you to watch your form in the mirror. He would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous right now. He was trying to play it cool and act like he wasn't interested but he knew once he made eye contact, he would be fucked.

You looked back at yourself in the mirror and completed the punch with force. You didn't hear any comment from Johnny so you took it as a sign to keep going.

After about two minutes of doing the same move, your arm was getting sore and you took a deep breath as you lowered it back down to your side. You were so focused on what you were doing, you didn't even notice Johnny was missing from his spot.

"Uh, John-" You began to question to the office in the back, since he wasn't anywhere on the mat.

"Sorry, I was just getting us some water. Here." He cut into your sentence before you could finish. He stopped in front of you and passed you a cold water from the office fridge.

You grabbed it but made slight contact with his fingers, causing him to breath heavily. You risked a glance up to his face and really wished you'd hadn't.

Fuck. He was even more handsome up close.

His plush lips looked incredibly soft and were the perfect shade of pink. They were slightly open, like he was about to say the most interesting sentence in the world, and you would be the luckiest girl to listen. The slope of his nose made you want to run your finger down it, like it was sculptured like a Greek god. It got even better when you reached his eyes, it was the shade of blue that made the ocean jealous. His eyes were so bright and clear, you could almost see your reflection within them. You couldn't ignore the loose strand of hair that hung in between his brows, demanding attention. You wanted to run your hands through his hair and feel his soft waves against your skin. You even wondered what it would be like to tug on it and-

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