𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔| Robby Keene [COMPLETED UNTIL SEASON 6 PART 3]

Chapter Thirty.

chapter thirty:
❛ snakes on the plane ❜

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tw: mentions of a panic attack and sa (robby and zara)

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The bar was alive with an electric hum, neon lights casting hazy reflections across sticky tabletops and dim corners. Alessia walked in with Tory by her side, their steps purposeful yet unhurried as they wove through the throng of people. The pounding bass of the music felt like it was inside Alessia's chest, rattling her ribs as her nerves began to build.

She hadn't wanted to come. Not really. But Tory had insisted.

"Come on, Alessia," Tory had said earlier, her tone teasing but with an edge of seriousness. "You're part of Cobra Kai now. This is what we do-stick together, blow off steam, and show the world we're not afraid to take up space."

Alessia had nodded then, feigning a confidence she didn't feel. But now, as they reached the center of the room, that false confidence crumbled like sand slipping through her fingers.

Because that's when she saw him.

Robby was sitting at a table not far away, surrounded by a few others she vaguely recognized from Miyagi-Do. His dark eyes were focused on the drink in front of him, his expression calm but distant, as if he were somewhere else entirely.

Alessia froze in her tracks. Her stomach dropped like a stone, and her heart pounded in her ears.

Her eyes scanned the room, hoping for a way out, and landed on another familiar face-Eli. He was sitting in a booth a little closer to her, and his sharp gaze was locked on her now, brows furrowed in suspicion. He had noticed her hesitation, and Alessia felt her breath hitch in her throat.

Her pulse quickened. She couldn't be here. Not now.

Turning abruptly, she muttered something to Tory about needing the bathroom and darted away before she could hear her response. Her feet carried her to the back of the bar, where she pushed open the heavy door to the women's bathroom and practically stumbled inside.

The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly, casting a harsh glow over the cracked tiles and smudged mirrors. Alessia gripped the edge of the sink, her fingers curling so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Her reflection stared back at her, pale and wide-eyed, her chest rising and falling erratically as she fought to catch her breath.