Cold Hearted ⭒ Cobra Kai

Demetri's POV 2/4

A/N: Hi, welcome back to Demetri's POV! Let me know what you think.

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2.5.0

My dad yells up to my room when he comes home from work. I turn off my Nintendo Switch before walking downstairs. I see my mom reluctantly shutting off The Kardashians to come eat with us.

"I brought Chinese," he says proudly.

"You got my usual?" I wonder.

"Chicken noodle soup," my dad hands me the plastic container.

Anything else upsets my stomach. Plus, I've eaten this since I was a little kid. Don't fix what isn't broken, right?

We eat for a bit in silence before my dad speaks up.

"I got these today" he says as he sets three tickets on the table excitedly. "San Diego Comicon!"

My eyes widen in surprise, "No way! I thought you said they were sold out."

"I entered a work raffle a little while ago for the tickets. I didn't want to say anything and get your hopes up until I won."

I look at the tickets then frown, "Oh. These are for tomorrow."

"Yeah," my dad nods, "it's a little last minute, but whatever, right? Don't tell me you have plans. And that third ticket can go to Eli if your mom isn't interested." I get upset at the mention.

"I'm not interested," my mom clarifies as she eats her orange chicken.

"I actually do have plans tomorrow," I tell my dad. "I have Miyagi-Do in the morning, and after Sam and Robby invited me to the mall with them."

"Oh, well that's all right. Look at you becoming a man, huh?" my dad teases me. "I wish I were as into this stuff in high school as you are."

I nod as I swirl my soup with my spoon. My parents have no idea that I was practically forced into karate after Zion punched me, Sensei Kreese punched me, and Eli threatened me. They also have no idea Eli and I don't talk anymore. I always just lie and say I'm going to hang out at his place some days afterschool when really I'm going to the dojo.

"It's good to see you're making some more friends, Dem. I'm proud of you."

"It's time for our fortune cookies," my mom grabs them out of the bag. She hands my dad and I one so we open them at the same time.

"'Your dream vacation is near,'" my dad reads.

"'Trust your intuition. It is your compass,'" my mom reads hers.

I frown as I look at mine, "'It could be better, but its good enough.' That's not really a fortune."

"Thanks for dinner, honey," my mom sets her trash in the takeout bag then walks back to the couch.

I set my fortune in the trash bag, too.

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"Hey, Mom."

I walk over to her the next morning as she gets day drunk on the couch watching The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills.

I hold out a pad of paper and a pen to her, "Could you sign this for my karate training today? Excuse me from extensive leg and arm movements. And maybe cardio so my asthma doesn't act up."

She takes them from me with a skeptical look on her face, "I thought the point of karate was to get into shape. How do you do that without moving?"

"I don't know. Mr. LaRusso has a lot of weird karate-adjacent muscle memory techniques he's been teaching me. Maybe I can get away with just painting again since it worked up the least sweat," I suggest.