"I'm crazy for you
Touch me once and you'll know it's true
I never wanted anyone like this"
[SEASON THREE-SIX]
robby keene x fem!oc
cover by @hellfiresoulss
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tw: mentions of drug addiction
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Robby and Alessia finished rolling up their sleeping bags, the faint rustling noises of the nylon filling the back room of Cobra Kai. The room, dimly lit and filled with the residual warmth of the night, was their temporary refuge. As they prepared to leave, they heard muffled noises coming from the main area. Alessia, startled, smacked Robby's chest, signaling him to follow her.
They quietly walked out into the main dojo and saw Kreese, his face set in concentration, furiously punching a training dummy. The rhythmic thuds of his strikes echoed through the dojo. Kreese looked up, noticing their presence, and greeted them with a wry smile. "They have risen," he said, his voice heavy with the weight of his own routines.
Robby took Alessia's hand in a comforting gesture and led her closer to Kreese. The older man, with a rare show of vulnerability, offered an apology. "Sorry you both had to sleep on the floor," Kreese said, his voice softening.
Alessia shrugged nonchalantly, though her eyes carried a hint of something deeper. "I've slept in a house where drug users slept," she said quietly, crossing her arms defensively.
Kreese nodded in understanding. "Likewise," he replied, his tone empathetic.
Robby squeezed Alessia's hand reassuringly. "If you two want some coffee, it's not great, but it's hot," Kreese offered, gesturing toward his office. Robby glanced back, shaking his head in a polite decline, and Alessia mirrored his gesture.
"Thanks for letting us crash here. It was just for the night," Robby stated, his voice sincere.
Kreese waved a dismissive hand. "You can stay as long as you like. I can get an air mattress," he offered, his voice carrying a rare warmth.
Alessia, her gaze distant, nodded. She had no intention of returning home anytime soon, and the offer provided a small comfort.
"Come here. Maybe you can both learn something," Kreese beckoned them closer, shifting gears to his usual instructor mode.
The doorbell rang, its chime piercing the early morning stillness. The door creaked open, but Robby and Alessia remained focused on Kreese, ignoring the intrusion.
"This is called the Cobra Strike. It consists of two moves, the lunge and the bite," Kreese explained, preparing to demonstrate.
