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Y/N L/N STOOD BEFORE THE MIRROR, her hands trembling slightly as she zipped up her signature Cobra Kai leather jacket. It wasn't her first choice—she'd grabbed it in a hurry, her mind racing far too quickly to care about appearances. The soft leather creaked faintly as she adjusted the collar, her reflection staring back at her with a mixture of anxiety and urgency.
Her phone buzzed on the counter, and she snatched it up, her heart leaping before she even looked at the screen, assuming it was him...
Her shoulders slumped. It was nothing more than an automated update from the tournament organizers. She swiped the notification away, her thumb hovering over the last message she'd sent Miguel.
"Call me when you can, please."
No reply.
Her fingers curled around the phone as a knot of frustration and worry twisted in her stomach. She tossed the device onto the bed with a soft thud, running a hand through her hair. What the hell is going on?
The memory of Miguel's panicked expression during the eliminations round replayed in her mind.
***
The energy in the arena had been electric, the crowd roaring as Miyagi-do secured a narrow victory against Dublin Thunder. It had been a disaster of a match—disorganized, chaotic, and nearly humiliating. The Irish team, with their aggressive and unorthodox style, had pushed Miyagi-do to the brink.
Then Miguel had stepped in, their final warrior.
The girl had watched from the sidelines, her heart pounding as he dominated the match with a skill and focus that silenced even the loudest critics. His movements were fluid, almost effortless, as if he'd been holding back all day. One by one, he eliminated their opponents until the final buzzer rang out, cementing their win.
The crowd went wild, chanting his name as he stood in the center of the mat, breathing heavily but looking victorious. y/n had been on her feet instantly, clapping and cheering louder than anyone else. She couldn't help it—seeing Miguel like that, after everything he'd been through, filled her with a pride she hadn't felt in years.
As soon as the match ended, she'd rushed to him, weaving through the crowd of teammates and spectators to reach his side.
"Miggy!" she called, catching up to him as he grabbed his bag. "That was incredible! You were incredible! Seriously, how did you—"
