COBRA KAI NEVER DIES

KARAOKE

I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface
I don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes

Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there
Become so tired, so much more aware
I'm becoming this, all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

Numb - Linkin' Park

**POV Hawk**

That evening, we decided to go karaoke; the senseis thought a little fun would do us good after what had happened. Plus, we needed to come up with a strategy to make the Cobra Kai pay. The next night would be the tournament's opening ceremony, and the fights would start the day after. I was pumped for the tournament; I couldn't wait to break some noses, metaphorically speaking. I had finally learned to manage my anger, and I suspected Olli had something to do with that.

I went back to my room to change; Olli had said the place was pretty trendy, so no sweatpants. I opened my closet in despair: crap, I had only packed sweatpants and baggy t-shirts. And Demetri wasn't any better off. I could only hope that Miguel and Robby had been more prepared. I stepped out shirtless and knocked on their door, desperate. Robby opened it with a chuckle while Miguel was coming out of the shower.

— Guys... I have nothing to wear! Olli said the place is trendy, and I only brought sweats! —

— Too bad, Hawk. You should have anticipated... —

— How the hell was I supposed to know I'd meet the hottest girl in the U.S. who would actually look at me?! —

Miguel chimed in, looking over Robby's shoulder.

— What's so weird about you?! —

— Come on, Migui, have you seen me?! —

— Of course I've seen you, Hawk. You're badass, bro. And can kick some major asses. So stop whining like a pussy! —

I smirked. Miguel was being tough, but he was right. Where the hell had my confidence gone? Meanwhile, Robby had opened his closet and called the girls, Sam and Devon, for some advice. I came out looking sharp, wearing a pair of Robby's jeans (damn, we had the same size, and yet he looked twice my size!) and a black sleeveless shirt that Devon said looked great on me. Now I just needed something to wear over it... But what? I froze when I saw Sensei Lawrence walk into the room wearing a leather jacket, heading straight for me and locking eyes with me.

— Well, it's your lucky day, Hawk. - He held out the jacket. - Make one scratch on it, and I'll use your tongue to clean the entire dojo. Am I clear? —

— Yes, Sensei. —

He stared at me seriously for a moment, then burst out laughing with Robby and Miguel. The girls followed suit. The Sensei gave me a pat on the shoulder.

— I'm just kidding, Hawk. Keep it; it's too small for me. I've put on too much muscle. —

I heard Robby cough behind me.

— Or too much belly. —

— How dare you, you degenerate... Just know I'll clean the dojo with your tongue! —

— You just try it, old man. —

I left that little family scene with the jacket over my shoulder and headed back to my room, waiting for the time of the date. My hands started to sweat, and I didn't know how to kill time; even Dungeons Lord couldn't distract me at that point. Demetri had given up on conversation a while ago.