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

𝒙𝒍. pain does not exist

chapter forty:
❛ pain does not exist ❜

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At karate practice, the backyard of Miyagi-Do was alive with the chatter of students and the rustling of leaves in the breeze. The group was spread out across the yard, limbering up and stretching before training began. Over by the dojo wall, Miguel, Demetri, Eli, and Dylan had claimed a spot, their conversation light and casual as they prepared.

Dylan, however, was distracted. His movements had slowed, his gaze wandering to the other side of the yard. There, near the entrance to the house, stood Sam. She was talking to someone, her face lighting up with a smile, and Dylan couldn't help the pang of longing that struck him. His brows furrowed as he frowned, caught in his own thoughts.

"Earth to Dylan," Demetri said with a sing-song cheerfulness, breaking the silence. "Come on, man. I see you staring at her." His tone was teasing, his grin playful as he nudged Dylan lightly on the arm.

Dylan blinked, startled out of his thoughts, and turned to glare at his cousin. His jaw tightened in annoyance, but he didn't say anything.

Eli, stretching beside Demetri, caught on and followed Dylan's gaze. His eyes landed on Sam, standing across the yard, and he smirked knowingly.

Miguel, who had been bending to touch his toes, straightened up and turned to Dylan with a raised eyebrow. "I thought you decided to keep things platonic?" he asked, his voice calm but edged with curiosity.

Eli let out a short, humorless laugh and leaned casually against the wall. "Yeah, well, she did. He didn't," he said, shrugging as if the situation was obvious. His words struck a nerve, and Dylan's face darkened, his lips pressing into a thin line.

Demetri's teasing smile faltered when he noticed the hurt flicker across Dylan's face. He clapped a reassuring hand on his cousin's shoulder and offered a grin that was meant to lift the mood. "Hey, don't look so down. You know what they say: 'Put a box of matches near some fireworks, and soon enough...'" He paused dramatically, then mimicked the sound of an explosion, complete with hand gestures. "Boom! Sparks will fly."

Dylan rolled his eyes, his voice dry and unimpressed. "Is that what they say?"

Demetri gave an exaggerated nod. "Yup. Something tells me it's about to be the Fourth of July." His eyes drifted past Dylan, locking onto a figure making their way toward Sam.