𝑆 𝑇 𝑈 𝐶 𝐾

𝑓 𝑖 𝑔 ℎ 𝑡 𝑖 𝑛 𝑔

TWO DAYS—two long days since Silas discovered that the Sekai Taikai was back on, two days since Miyagi-Do began its rigorous training sessions. Silas had been doing everything he could to stay as far away from it all as possible. After the chaos of that party, where emotions ran high and tensions flared, he had fled into the night, desperate to escape the memories that haunted him.

As always he found refuge with Tory, seeking solace in her company. They had both been through so much—bonded not just by their shared experiences but by the scars left behind by Kreese, Cobra Kai, and the haunting loss of Kwon.

In those quiet moments together, they shared a connection that transcended words, an understanding forged in the fires of their trauma. They didn't need to explain their pain; they could simply sit together in silence, knowing that they were not alone in their struggles.

As the world outside buzzed with the anticipation of the tournament, Silas and Tory found comfort in their shared solitude. They talked late into the night, reminiscing about better times while grappling with the weight of their grief.

It was in this space that they began to heal, slowly piecing together the fragments of their lives, finding strength in each other as they faced the uncertain road ahead.

Currently, Silas struggles to balance two heavy bags of groceries in his arms as he ascended the complex steps leading to Tory's apartment. With each step, he let out a playful groan. "I don't even want to think about what Brandon and Anthony were up to while we were gone."

"Don't remind me." Tory chimes in, echoing his groan with a light chuckle, the tension of the past few days momentarily lifting.

As they reach the top, Silas shot a glance at the small bench in front of Tory's apartment, and his heart sank.

"What do you think we're gonna walk into—Sam?" His words trail off as he spotted his twin sister sitting there, her expression a mix of determination and uncertainty.

"Hi, um..." Sam clears her throat, standing up and adjusting the duffle bag slung over her shoulder. "I was just coming to see if Tory wanted to train with me. Robby told me to—."

"Check in." Silas finishes for her, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He rolls his eyes, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. "Because he can't do it himself—training is apparently more important."

Sam shook her head, her tone defensive. "It's not like that, you know that, Si."

"It's been like that before." Silas shot back, shaking his head. "Look, Tory and I aren't fighting."

"We quit." Tory interjects, stepping forward to open her apartment door, clearly over the conversation.

Silas follows her inside, the weight of Sam's gaze heavy on their backs. They both knew she wasn't going anywhere, and they were right.

Sam opens her mouth to speak again, her voice laced with concern. "You guys are really quitting? Not even going to give it another chance?"

"Sam." Silas snaps, his anger flaring. He took a deep breath, feeling Tory's gentle hand on his arm, grounding him. "You don't get it. None of you do."

"Look, you should be happy." Tory states, her voice steady as she stepped in front of Silas, trying to diffuse the tension before it could escalate.

She pushes the door to their apartment open, the familiar scent of the home washing over them as Silas storms inside, frustration radiating off him like heat from a fire. "Two less people for you to fight when it comes down to it."

With a subtle nod, Silas gestures toward the boys' rooms, his jaw clenched. Anthony, sensing the brewing storm, grabs Brandon's hand and pulls him toward the safety of their space, knowing well that the conversation was about to take a turn for the worse.