Heartstrings | Johnny Lawrence x (y/n) | 1984 |

| 20 | Fight!

The morning sun streamed through your window, pulling you from a deep sleep. You groaned, squinting against the light, and quickly remembered the festivities of the previous night. As the memories of Bobby's party came flooding back, a slight headache throbbed at your temples, but you pushed it aside, knowing today was important.

After a quick breakfast and some water to combat the remnants of last night's indulgence, you slipped into your tournament uniform. It was a sleek, form-fitting version of the Cobra Kai gi, tailored specifically for you as the only girl on the team. The black fabric contrasted against the vibrant gold of your belt, making you feel both powerful and fierce. You tied your hair back in a tight ponytail, the familiar rush of excitement mingling with a hint of nervousness.

Once you arrived at the tournament venue, the atmosphere buzzed with energy. The gym was packed with spectators, and you could hear the excited chatter of students from rival schools, all preparing to showcase their skills. As you navigated through the throngs of people, you spotted your sensei and the rest of the Cobra Kai team warming up.

"Hey! You made it!" one of your teammates called out, a wide grin on his face. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet, his adrenaline already pumping.

"Barely!" you laughed, rubbing your temples lightly. "But I'm ready!"

Your sensei approached, giving you a nod of approval. "Good to see you, [Your Name]. Remember to stay focused today. This is a chance for you to show what you've got. Show me the reason why I allowed you into Cobra kai." He said sternly.

You nodded, your nerves settling slightly as you joined the warm-up. The rhythm of the punches and kicks echoed in the gym, and you felt yourself getting lost in the movements.

As the minutes ticked away, the atmosphere intensified. Other teams were called to the mat, and you watched as the first matches began. The sound of feet striking the floor, the shouts of encouragement, and the occasional cheer from the audience created a backdrop that heightened your anticipation.

"Okay, cobras," your sensei called, gathering everyone together. "Today isn't just about winning, it's about showing what Cobra Kai stands for. We're here to kick ass and prove that we've got what it takes to be champions. I want each of you to give it your all."

The team cheered, a sense of camaraderie swelling among you. You glanced at Johnny, who was stretching nearby. He caught your eye, a confident smirk spreading across his face, and he winked at you. The moment sent a rush of warmth through you, and you felt the energy in the room shift.

"Let's show them why they should be worried!" Johnny shouted, raising his fist in the air. The rest of the team joined in, the enthusiasm infectious.

The tournament officially kicked off, and one by one, your teammates took the mat, showcasing their skills. Each match was a whirlwind of movement and strategy, and you found yourself captivated by the determination in your teammates' eyes.

Finally, it was your turn. You stepped forward, heart pounding in your chest, and took a deep breath. The atmosphere shifted, and the cheers of your team faded into the background as you focused on the opponent in front of you. The Eagles, their smug faces still fresh in your memory, were waiting for an opportunity to undermine Cobra Kai. But you weren't about to give them that satisfaction.

As the match began, you felt the adrenaline surge through your veins, guiding your movements. You fought with every ounce of energy, blocking and striking with precision. The roar of the crowd faded away, replaced by the rhythm of your breath and the satisfaction of executing each technique flawlessly.

After a hard-fought battle, you emerged victorious, the exhilaration of winning flooding through you. As you stepped off the mat, your teammates rushed forward, cheering and high-fiving you. Johnny was at the front of the group, pride etched on his face.