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Anger. That was probably the main emotion filling me right now.

Anger towards Axel for being so good at karate. Anger towards myself, for not being good enough to kick his ass. And anger towards Samantha LaRusso, for being the cause of Akira's bleeding lip.

I don't know why it bothered me that Akira was hurt from the fight, but it did.

It made a protectiveness swirl in my gut and I don't know how to deal with it.

The next event was in around two hours, so after I changed out of my gi I stormed to the gym in the hotel.

I entered the gym, sitting down on the bench and putting on my hand wraps after not seeing anyone in the gym.

I was wearing a plain white shirt and baggy black shorts, which would be good enough to work out in.

I pull my phone out of the pocket of my black baggy shorts, connecting my phone to my airpods and putting them in my ears, playing music loudly in my ears as I try to block out my thoughts with the lyrics of the song.

I stand up, running my fingers through my messy dark hair before getting into my fighting stance and punching the boxing bag again and again.

I focused on the rhythm of my fists connecting with the bag, each punch slowly pushed away the thoughts swirling in my head.

The sound of my fists connecting with the boxing bag was satisfying, and a little comforting. But even as I worked up a sweat, my anger didn't die down. It lingered in my gut, like a glowing ember under my skin that would flare up with the slightest trigger.

My thoughts went back to Axel. Damn him. He was too calm, too controlled. The worst part when I went up against him was how he always seemed to get the upper hand without even trying. Like it didn't matter how hard I trained beforehand or how hard I fought against him, I'd be a step behind him.

And then there was Akira. Her face flashed in my mind again, the pure anger in her eyes when Samantha's fist connected with her lip, and how she refused to back down and use that anger as fuel.

I found myself concerned when I knew Akira was going to be fighting in the tournament, even before it started. My heart hated the idea of her getting hurt but my brain told me to not give a shit because she was my rival when it came to being the top student in Cobra Kai, but it didn't stop my heart slightly aching when Akira got hit.

The boxing bag swayed as I hit it harder, feeling the sting of my knuckles with every blow. The harder I hit, the more I thought about my feelings towards Akira but I won't accept them, I couldn't.

I punched the boxing bag faster, hoping the rhythm would break something open inside me. Hoping it would release the frustration, the helplessness. But instead, it just built.

Then, a voice broke through the fog of my thoughts.

"You're gonna hurt yourself if you keep at it like that."

I spun around, already annoyed that someone had interrupted my space, but when I saw who it was, the irritation inside faltered. It was Akira, standing in the doorway of the gym, her arms crossed over her chest.

I sigh, taking out my airpods.

"What do you want, little lamb?" I asked, my voice slightly rough from the tension I'd been holding.