𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓?| Robby Keene & Eli Moskowitz [COMPLETED]

𝒙𝒙𝒙𝒊𝒙. not home anymore

chapter thirty-nine:
❛ not home anymore ❜

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The dojo was nearly empty, the only sounds echoing through the space the rhythmic thwack of Cameron's fists colliding with the heavy bag and the soft creak of the chain above as it swayed. Her breathing was steady, but sharp-controlled yet fueled by something deeper, angrier. She hadn't even bothered with music. The silence let her focus, let her hit harder, let the tension bleed out of her knuckles with every strike.

The events of the last few weeks kept looping in her head-conversations she didn't want to think about, lingering tension with Hawk, and the growing ache in her chest she hadn't quite figured out how to drown out. So she hit harder.

Cameron wasn't supposed to be at Cobra Kai this early. It was barely past sunrise, the sky outside still pale and muted. But she needed to be here-to burn through the frustration, the heaviness she felt every time she thought about her parents, her old life, everything she'd walked away from.

Another hard strike. The bag shuddered.

The door opened.

Cameron didn't stop. Not at first. She could hear someone stepping inside, but she kept her rhythm steady, refusing to break focus. If it was Sensei Kreese or Silver, they wouldn't care. They'd just see someone committed. But when the footsteps paused, lingering near the entrance, her focus wavered.

"Hey."

Cameron slowed her punches and turned, breathing hard.

Tory Nichols stood just inside the door, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She wasn't in her gi, just jeans and a faded band tee, but the tension in her posture was unmistakable. Defensive, guarded.

Cameron blinked, grabbing her towel from the bench and swiping it across her face. "You're here early."

Tory raised a brow. "So are you."

Cameron gave a humorless shrug, gesturing to the bag. "Had stuff to work through."

Tory nodded slowly, but her gaze stayed locked on Cameron, like she was thinking carefully about how to say what she'd come here for. Finally, she took a step closer.