"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 violence and drug addiction
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Alessia stood in the quiet dojo, the faint creaking of the old wooden floorboards beneath her feet the only sound that accompanied her soft, frustrated grunts. It was the night before the All Valley Tournament, and the pressure of it weighed heavily on her shoulders. The dim glow of the moon filtered through the paper windows of Miyagi-Do, casting a soft, almost eerie light across the room. She was alone, lost in her thoughts, but trying her best to push them aside as she focused on the punching bag hanging in front of her.
Her fists collided with the bag, but the punches felt weak, unfocused, almost as if her body was betraying the anger that burned inside her. She let out a small growl of frustration, wiping sweat from her brow as she threw another punch. This one, too, landed without the force she wanted, and she felt the sting of her own powerlessness creeping in. Her breathing quickened as she tried again, another punch, but still no satisfaction.
"That's not gonna do anything," came a voice from behind, breaking the stillness of the dojo.
Alessia whipped around, startled, to find Johnny Lawrence standing in the doorway, arms crossed as he watched her with a mixture of curiosity and concern. His presence was unexpected-this was Miyagi-Do, not Eagle Fang-but here he was, leaning against the frame, giving her that familiar look of knowing something she didn't want to admit.
"I'm fine, Johnny," she muttered, turning back to the bag and winding up for another punch. "I don't need your help."
He let out a chuckle, stepping into the room despite her words. "Yeah, well, I don't care if you say you don't need help. I've been around long enough to see when someone's not using their full strength."
Alessia huffed, hitting the bag again, but it still felt off, like she was holding something back. Johnny stepped closer, eyeing her punches, noticing how tense her form was, how her anger was clouding her technique.
"Your punches-they're weak because you're too distracted," he said bluntly, walking over to stand beside her. "You're pissed off about something, and that's good, but it's not helping if you don't focus that rage."
