𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘| Miguel Diaz [COMPLETED UNTIL SEASON 6 PART 3]

𝒙𝒙𝒗𝒊. kisses on cheeks

chapter twenty-five:
❛ kisses on cheeks ❜

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Arizona stood beside Demetri, her arms crossed as she observed Johnny holding up the handheld mats, waiting for Demetri to strike. Johnny wasn't fully paying attention, his focus shifting momentarily as he exchanged a few words with Miguel across the dojo. Demetri, ever the nervous one, took a deep breath and tried to muster up some courage.

Arizona shot him a quick glance, raising an eyebrow. "You got this," she whispered, giving him a little nudge of encouragement.

Demetri nodded, his nerves bubbling up but doing his best to keep calm. He swung his leg up, aiming for the mats, but his aim was off—way off. Instead of hitting the target, his foot connected squarely with Johnny's face. The dojo went silent for a split second, the sound of Demetri's foot colliding with Johnny's cheek reverberating through the room.

Arizona's eyes went wide for a moment before she burst into uncontrollable laughter. She clutched her stomach, practically doubling over as the scene played out in front of her. "Oh my God, Demetri!" she gasped between laughs, barely able to contain herself.

Johnny blinked, clearly dazed for a moment, before he slowly lowered the mats. His jaw clenched as his hand reached up to rub the side of his face where Demetri had kicked him. Demetri, meanwhile, looked like he had just seen a ghost, his leg still awkwardly hanging midair before he lowered it, frozen with fear.

"Oh shit," Demetri muttered, his voice shaky. "Um, I'm not gonna get in any trouble, am I?" His eyes darted nervously between Johnny and Arizona, clearly hoping for a way out of the impending storm.

Arizona, still giggling, gave him a pat on the shoulder, her amusement barely contained as she leaned in. "Dem, you shouldn't have said that," she whispered, smirking mischievously. The look on her face only made Demetri more anxious.

Johnny stood still for a moment, the tension in the air thick. His face was unreadable, his eyes locked on Demetri, who looked like he was ready to bolt at any second. Johnny slowly cracked his neck, then his knuckles, and for a brief moment, Demetri thought he was about to meet his doom.

Demetri swallowed hard, his voice small. "What do you mean by that?" he asked Arizona, eyes wide, panic clear in his tone.

Johnny took a slow step forward, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Trouble?" he repeated, his voice low and controlled. "Nah, Demetri. No trouble."