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THE DIM GLOW OF THE BEDSIDE LAMP painted the hotel room in warm, muted tones as a certain y/h/c-haired girl lay staring blankly at the ceiling. Aisha's words from earlier that evening echoed in her mind: "Make the most of it."
Easier said than done.
She had replayed the conversation endlessly. Tomorrow marked the last time Cobra Kai would fight as a team. The thought was bittersweet—an ending and a new beginning. Surrendering her captaincy to Tory had been the right choice, she reminded herself, but it didn't make the decision any less heavy.
Frustrated, she tossed to her other side, pulling her blanket up to her chin, but sleep remained elusive. Maybe it was her light dinner. Or maybe it was the storm of emotions swirling in her chest. Whatever the reason, her eyes stubbornly refused to close.
A faint knock broke through her thoughts.
She frowned, glancing at the clock. It was nearly 11:11 PM. Who could it be?
Dragging herself out of bed, she padded to the door, her bare feet silent against the carpet. Opening it just a crack, she was surprised to find Kwon standing there in sweatpants and a loose tank top. His hair was messy as always, like he'd been running his hands through it, and he looked more... vulnerable than usual.
"Can't sleep?" he asked softly, his voice low enough not to disturb the quiet hallway.
Y/n blinked, nodding after a moment. "Yeah... you?"
"Same," he admitted, leaning lightly against the doorframe. "Can I come in?"
Caught off guard, she hesitated but then stepped aside to let him enter.
Y/n blinked at Kwon as he walked in, his hands shoved into the pockets of his sweatpants. His usual confidence seemed dimmed, replaced by an air of quiet exhaustion that she couldn't ignore.
After shutting the door behind him, y/n followed him to the small seating area near the window, but instead of sitting on the chair, Kwon leaned against the windowsill, arms crossed over his chest.
"You okay?" she asked, her tone casual but laced with concern.
"Yeah," he replied too quickly, his gaze fixed on the view outside.
"You're a terrible liar," she said, crossing her arms as she leaned against the bedpost.
That earned her a faint smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. "I'm fine," he said again, though his tone wavered.
