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THE CAPTAINS OF BOTH TEAMS—Miyagi-do and Cobra Kai—spent the entire day training like there was no tomorrow. Because, in reality, there wouldn't be one if any of them lost. An opportunity like this was rare. Winning meant more than just a trophy. It meant proving something. To their team. To themselves. To the world.
And for y/n, it meant redemption.
Defeat was neither an option, nor did it exist in the dojo she represented.
Cobra Kai didn't breed weakness. Cobra Kai didn't allow surrender. Cobra Kai didn't lose. And she wouldn't be the one to break that tradition.
Miguel Diaz had started a fire, hoping to extinguish the surfacing sparks between her and Sam. But instead, he had fueled an inferno. Because this wasn't just about Samantha Larusso. It wasn't about a grudge, or about pride, or about a petty rivalry.
This ran deeper than that. It was about envy.
Sam had everything.
Perfect grades. Perfect family. Perfect life.
And y/n?
Sure, she had her own blessings. She had her own strengths. But what she didn't have was certainty. Right now, she had to fight—not just for her own sake, but for the futures of everyone in Cobra Kai.
If she lost?
She wasn't sure she'd be able to face her team again...
Just earlier that day, just after the meeting, she had overheard Kwon on the phone again. With Yoo-mi. Her stomach had twisted instantly, jealousy striking first—sharp and fast. But it was quickly replaced with something worse.
Guilt.
Because when the boy had finally hung up, he sounded... defeated.
"Just hold on a little longer, okay?" His voice had been quiet, almost tired. "I promise. I'll win this whole thing. I'll be back soon."*
Y/n hadn't been able to shake it from her mind. And then, just after lunch, she had overheard something even worse. Sensei Kim. Kreese. Speaking in low voices in the corner of the training hall.
Her name hadn't been mentioned, but Kwon's had.
And something about his father. Something about pulling out.
At first, the y/h/c-haired girl hadn't understood. But then, the words fell into place, and the realization struck her like a blade.
