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THE SOUND OF THE ZIPPER ECHOED IN THE QUIET ROOM as y/n l/n sealed the last of her bags. She let out a heavy sigh, leaning back against the edge of her bed. The room, once full of life, now felt barren, stripped of every personal touch. Her duffel bags sat by the door, stuffed and ready for the inevitable journey home.
She cast a glance around, her eyes lingering on the empty walls and shelves. It didn't feel real. Just days ago, this room had been alive with chatter, her teammates laughing, joking, and making plans for what they'd do after the tournament. Exploring Barcelona had been a popular choice—a city brimming with excitement and nightlife, the perfect place to celebrate their inevitable victory.
But now, those plans were as empty as the room.
The reality settled heavily on her chest, leaving her feeling hollow. The celebration never came. There was no wild partying, no victory tour. Instead, their reward was a hastily arranged flight back home, their dreams shattered in one swift blow.
Y/n rubbed her temples, trying to push away the spiraling thoughts. What had happened wasn't fair. She had spent the entire night trying to piece it together, watching shaky clips of the final match online after Sensei Kreese had finally brought her and Kwon back to the hotel.
Her stitches stung, a sharp reminder of her disqualification and how quickly things had unraveled. Kreese had been oddly quiet as he filled out the hospital documents that allowed her to leave. Sensei Kim, equally solemn, had signed off on everything without so much as a glance in anyone's direction.
The tension in the air had been suffocating.
Kwon had stayed with her the entire time, refusing to return to his room and face Do-jin and the others. They hadn't spoken since the fight. What was there to say?
That night, he had curled up beside her in the hotel bed. They didn't talk, just laid there in each other's embrace, the soft glow of the TV illuminating their tired faces. He had fallen asleep first, his steady breathing a small comfort against the storm raging in her mind.
But sleep didn't come for her. She had tossed and turned, her thoughts a chaotic mess. The clips she had watched kept replaying in her head, fueling her frustration and confusion.
What had happened after she was disqualified?
Why was everyone so defeated, so utterly broken?
And most importantly... how had Miyagi-do—Miyagi-do, the weakest team in the Sekai Taikai—managed to beat Cobra Kai?
