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I have so many emotions about the finale, but all I can put into words right now is that my heart is truly broken for these two. Sam and Robby deserved SO MUCH BETTER. I just hope that Mary and Tanner walked away from this shit show knowing they are loved by millions and that their performances touched so many people despite the little/no respect their characters were given. I wish them nothing but the best in their future careers, a long happy marriage, and a life together full of peace, love, and success.
Robby Keene, Samantha LaRusso, you will always be champions in my heart. Itâs been a pleasure đ¤
I found it sad when says there was fan service where none especially if the writers stick to their original plan. I seen people say that Jenny Han gave into fan service when she doesn't give into fan service she sticks to her plan. Belly and Conrad ended up together because Jenny Jan sticked with her books even through the Belly and Jeremiah fans were probably louder the Belly and Conrad fans but she ignored them and don't give them want and she is not going to give what they want. Thwre was no fan service in series The Summer I Turned and will not be in the movie because Jenny Han had confromed there no relationship drama in the movie but there another kind of drama in the movie and she literally ended the love triangle in finale but the tv series had a different ending then the books because she had set up for a movie bit she did not change endgame. Another show we're no fan service was based off Jenny Han's All I Love Before characters and it was created by Jenny Han and it was XOXO Kitty. People got upset that Kitty didn't ended up with Yuri and accused Jenny Han of fan service. Those acted Like MinoHo stole the flower idea from Yuri and acted like Minoho don't know the little things about Kitty. I got a new flash for those people MinoHo did know the little things about Kitty and he mostly knew about Kitty whaling her mom's favorite flowers at her 18th birthday and we just didn't know how long he knew about that. People acted there were no signs in season 1 or season 2 of Minoho and Kitty and that just randomly together in season 3 and the writers missed an opinion to put Yuri and Kitty after Kitty and Minho. There no missed opinion because Yuri and skirts just knew that they were better as friends both of them are were in love with other people. Jenny Han stayed true to her characters never minimizes her characters when she had put them with the character they are meant to be with.
There are actually two shows they were fan service because both of the shows had toxic couples ended up as endgame. The writers for Cobra Kai and the writers of Power Rangers Dino Fury and Power Rangers Cosmic Fury did minimizes character to fit them into the mold the fans who were the loudest think those characters had fit in where those characters were minimized to fit into a mold they originally don't fit for a characters that never truly cared about them. Sam and Robby had traumas that were ignored and both Sam and Robby were accused of cheating which neither of them cheated and both had been SA'D but the writers literally forget that were blamed. The Writers forgot that Sam and Robby were together at one point and that they were friends and they never had a discussions that they should have had. They were minimized and got treated as Trophy girlfriend and boyfriend for Miguel and Tory. Both Sam and Robby don't win the Sekai Tekai just so both Miguel and Tory can win the Sekai Tekai. Amelia was literally minimized just so the writers make the prefect girlfriend for Ollie. The writers literally still get Ollie and Amelia after he mocks her for liking ghost hunting and he fake liking another girl. They literally kept her with Ollie after Ollie ignored Amelia's advice about making up with his mom but take that same advice from someone else and invited his mom to go a trip with him and Amelia and it was the one they planned together and Ollie had terrible things to Amelia while he was evil. Ollie believed Amelia would never make a good leader which so sad he never believed her but stayed her boyfriend. At end of Cosmic Fury Amelia got to point where she could not tell Ollie about her plan to ghost hunt to found Zordon and so the writers make Amelia the girlfriend that Ollie wanted and had to hide her passion from Ollie. The writers had choose to kept Javi and Amelia friends instead of having becoming more especially where there were a perfect storyline where they could have split up Ollie and Amelia and put Amelia and Javi especially as they supported each other through out Dino Fury and Cosmic Fury.
âZaraâŚâ Robby runs his fingers through his hair again, clearly stressed out and trying to give himself some comfort. Sam feels a bit of sadnessâshe knows Johnny had to go see Carmen, but had he even said goodbye to his son? She couldnât imagine her dad leaving the country without at least hugging her, and telling her to be safe.
âZara came up to me,â he continues, snapping her out of her thoughts. âAnd I donât remember anything after that. ButâŚI woke up in her bed today.â
Samâs veins turn to ice.
tw: discussion of rape, assault, and how zara took advantage of robby + how kyler took advantage of sam. light johnny, daniel and demetri slander. light slander of everyone tbh, including sam and robby. very dialogue heavy.
Her dad is going to kill her.
And if not him, then Chozen.
It shouldnât be the biggest deal in the world, but theyâre here representing Miyagi Do, so the female captain losing her headband looks incredibly bad. Not that Sam thinks sheâs lost it, itâs probably in the boysâ room (the singular room, because theyâre idiots). She vaguely remembers tossing it off after getting back to the hotel last night, going to visit Miguel out of habit and then remembering he wasnât here and that he wouldnât have cell service for a long while. After the run in with the Cobra Kai goons and Axel trying to kiss her, it was a shitty end to a shitty day. Sheâd all but ripped the headband off in frustration.
Itâs in the boysâ room. It has to be. They donât need another problem right now, what with Miguel having to leave.
With the key card Miguel gave her, she opens the door, not expecting anyone to be in. The other guys are likely either training or wandering around the hotel somewhere. With any luck, Hawk and Demetri had made up, made out, and would stop hindering everyone with this drawn out argument.
It feels weird, not being the center of the drama for once. Weird, but good. Love triangles werenât fun.
Speak of the devil (or at the least the triangle he was part of).
Robbyâs laying on the bed, disheveled and clearly out of it, staring up at the ceiling. He seems to not even have heard her come in until she throws out a casual, âHey.â
He flinches unexpectedly, and suddenly Samâs on guard too. But thereâs no fight, he only looks at her blankly and responds, âHey.â
Okay, then.
She and Robby hardly have moments alone anymore, mostly because Sam felt it would be wrong, that even spending any one-on-one time with him would be like cheating on her boyfriend. But thatâs bullshit and she knows it, and she doesnât want to give in to that patriarchal way of thinking even if it is a self-imposed punishment sheâs convinced herself she deservesâoh, all of this is so irrelevant right now, she needs to find her headband.
Itâs not anywhere in plain sight, so Sam prays itâs on the unoccupied bed. She takes the blankets and ruffles them up and down, looking over and under to no avail.
âAre you looking for Miguel?â Robby asks.
That makes her pause. With a furrowed brow and a tone that might come off a little rude, she responds, âNo. Miguelâs not here, remember?â
Robby blinks. âOh. Right. Um, any word from him or my dad?â
âNot yet.â Sam lets go of the blankets and frowns, noting that heâs wearing the same clothes he was yesterday. âAre you okay? How drunk did you get last night?â
A fearful sort of shadow passes over her fellow captainâs face, and yet he still doesnât get up, still lying stiffly on the bed. âI donât know. How drunk did I get?â
Maybe heâs still drunk. She wouldnât know, sheâs never seen a drunk Robby Keene, nor has anyone else. Maybe he was just a little dumber after he had a few shots in him.
âI donât know,â she repeats his words back to him, lips quirking in a thin line, âI left, remember?â
Robby swallows, visibly. âYou left?â
âYeah. Didnât wanna be in the same place as the Cobras. Not that it mattered, a few of them caught up with me anyway.â
He sits up, suddenly more lively than heâs been since she walked in. âDid they hurt you?â
âNo, they were drunk too. Just spouting off some nonsense.â Besides, even if they had tried to attack, she was almost certain her and Axel couldâve taken them (though she cringes at the thought of Axel translating it to some kind of power couple moment). âRobby, did you hit your head last night or something?â
Itâs meant as a joke, albeit a serious one, but he doesnât laugh. He only runs a hand through his hair, like heâs not quite sure where he is and heâs trying to come back to reality.
âIâŚdonât remember much,â he confesses quietly. âI remember the Cobras coming in and talking to me. Just trying to start shit, same as they did with you,â he reassures her when she steps forward with wide, concerned eyes. âI couldnât find Eli or Demetri. Couldnât find you. And then ZaraâŚâ
âZara?â Had Zara been there? What were the odds of all of them going to the same bar? Barcelona couldnât possibly be this small.
âZaraâŚâ Robby runs his fingers through his hair again, clearly stressed out and trying to give himself some comfort. Sam feels a bit of sadnessâshe knows Johnny had to go see Carmen, but had he even said goodbye to his son? She couldnât imagine her dad leaving the country without at least hugging her, and telling her to be safe.
âZara came up to me,â he continues, snapping her out of her thoughts. âAnd I donât remember anything after that. ButâŚI woke up in her bed today.â
Samâs veins turn to ice.Â
âWhat?â
Thereâs a falter in Robbyâs expression as their eyes meet, and he winces lightly. âYeah, I know I fucked up, sleeping with the competition and all.â
Thereâs a buzzing in her head that is begging for Robby to be playing a practical joke on her. She doesnât want to acknowledge what heâs saying. Theyâd all been there at the barâHawk, Demetriâsheâd been sure one of them would be Robbyâs designated driver, or walker, in this scenario. One of them must have seenâŚone of them must have noticedâŚ
âRobby, youâŚâ Sam swallows, a queasy feeling rising in her throat. âYou donât remember going to her room?â
âNo.â His eyes are dim, and he looks down at the bed as though heâs talking about a sparring match he lost. âIt was a stupid mistake, okay? You donât have to tell me.â
Her heart feels like itâs in her throat. âNo, Robby, thatâs not what Iâm saying.â Finally, her feet move, and she sits on the bed in front of him, eyes searching his face in an urgent worry. âYou two had sex?â
He bristles. âApparently. Like I said, I donât remember. She said she did, though. I didnât even ask her anything, I just felt weird so I came back here and Iâve been doing nothing.â
Voice cracking, she says his name as softly as she can. âRobby.â
The ends of his brows meet as he furrows them, his body shrinking under her scrutiny. Sam wants to ease up, wants to back off and allow him her space, but she feels like she canât breathe.
Zara didnât. Zara couldnât have.
And Robby canât be referring to it as a mistake. Least of all his mistake.
Her heart cracks seeing his dazed but nervous eyes, kind green eyes that had never been good at seeing the injustices dealt to him. How is she meant to say this? How is she meant to tell him?
Robby, you were assaulted.
âUm, if you were drunk,â she starts, biting her lip, âit doesnât sound like you, umâŚit doesnât sound like you consented to it.â
Something flickers in his gaze, and Robby leans back, shaking his head. As if to say no, thatâs not possible. âI must have at some point last night. I probably said yes.â
âYou were drunk,â Sam whispers, her nails digging into her palms, âRobby, thatâs not consent. WasâŚwas she drunk too?â
From just the look heâs giving her, she knows what the answer is. She knows what Zara must have done. The unimaginable.Â
And suddenly sheâs fantasizing about knocking the girlâs phone out of her hand before proceeding to give her the beatdown of a lifetime. Sam feels her blood run hot, as Robby shakes his head again, saying she remembered everything again. And this isnât any particular desire to beat her on the mat, oh no. Right now, her current fantasy is kicking the shit out of Zara after sheâs expelled from the competition entirely.
How dare she. How dare she, how dare she, how dare she. How dare she do it at all, and how dare she do it to one of her friends.
âWe have to tell someone,â Sam chokes out, barely keeping a hold on her anger, âwe have to tell my dad, your dadââ
âNo!â Robby says, raising his voice for the first time, his eyes wide. âDonât tell them anything, Sam. I mean it.â
A hopeless sort of feeling blooms in her chest and she responds in a weak voice. âWhat? Robby, what she did isnât okay, we canât let her just do that and walk off scott free! Someone needs to do something! Oh my God, if Tory finds out what she didââ And Sam leaps up, her heart pounding out of its chest from rage, concern, fear, she doesnât know what at this point. Her feet are moving on their own, almost like she could just walk up to Toryâs room right now to tell her exactly what the fuck Zara did so that the two of them can kill her together.
But before she can take a step, Robby is up on his feet too, grabbing her hand in a panic. âDonât tell Tory.â His voice cracks. âPlease.â
The little tremble that follows is what calms her down just enough to look at him. To really look at him. Not just his disheveled, confused, hurt state, but. All of it. Robby has been a mess since they got here, and since maybe before that. Wracked with guilt for what happened with Kenny, devastated at having to watch his almost stepbrother get to go to college while he himself would never even apply, faced with fighting against his girlfriend in the biggest tournament in the world.Â
She thinks back to a few days ago when sheâd given him grief for not telling them about Kreese, and Sam hates herself a little.
Robbyâs shaking, still holding on her hand in such a light grip that it doesnât really seem like heâs trying to stop her, but rather trying to ground himself. She breathes his name and raises both their hands up, along with her other one, to rest on his cheeks. Itâs not a good look, to cup her ex-boyfriendâs face when her actual boyfriend is in a whole other country, but right now, she couldnât care less.
He leans into her touch, shutting his eyes. Thereâs a lump in Samâs throat and she feels tears spring to her eyes, tears that she commands with all her willpower not to fall. He justâŚhe looks so beat up, despite a lack of bruises or cuts, and sheâs seen Robby look hurt, angry, upset, but sheâs never seen him look so defeated.
Slowly, without being sure who moves first, Sam is hugging him. His own hands rest weakly on her back, and he, Jesus Christ, still smells like alcohol. Oh, Robby. She wants to scream, wants to cry, but wills herself to try and be rational, or at least as rational as sheâs supposed to be after learning one of her teammates, one of her friends, was taken advantage of in such a horrible way.
âI should never have drunk anything,â comes his quiet voice, and even as she shakes her head to try and tell him not to even think about blaming himself for this, he keeps going. âOf course someone did something to me. I was so stupid.â
âDonât say that,â she pleads, pulling him closer, hoping that her hands that are constantly training and fighting might still have some comfort or compassion in them. âRobby, this wasnât your fault. You canât think that.â
âIâm the one who got drunk.â
âEveryone there was drunk. Iâfuck.â Sam pulls back and Robby automatically stumbles back and sits without the support of her arms, so she follows suit and sits too. Itâs uncharacteristic of her to swear, or at least to swear out loud, but the horrible feeling in her chest has spread down to her stomach. âI should never have left. I was sober, I should have kept an eye on you instead of leaving it to Demetri and Hawk.â
Even now, with everything thatâs happened and the fact that heâs the one who got hurt, he still gazes at her with those kind green eyes (even when he was in Cobra Kai, Robbyâs eyes never had the lookâhe didnât really have the killer instinct, and she wonders if anyone else noticed that) and he reaches out and touches her hand.Â
Robby, Robby whoâd cut her off at Moonâs party which feels like forever ago, Robby whoâd let her lean on him the entire walk to the car, Robby whoâd taken her to his dadâs place despite hating him then just to keep her from getting in trouble. Robby who she shouldâve taken care of the same way yesterday.Â
âThis was not your fault,â the same Robby says, firmly sounding more sure about that than anything else heâs said the past few minutes, âit wasnât.â
Heâs not touching her just to reassure her, Sam realizes, itâs because heâs desperately trying to get some kind of contact, some kind of comfort. So she turns her palm and lets him hold it without any kind of hesitation.
And she doesnât believe him, but this isnât about making Robby soothe her own conscience, so she drops the topic. For now.
âAre you okay?â she asks first, immediately cringing at how stupid it sounds. âSorry, I mean, just, how do you feel right now? Shitty, I know, butââ
âIâm okay,â he mumbles, in a decidedly not-okay way.
âCan I askâŚcan I ask why you donât want to tell anyone?â
Robby looks away, a wary, hazy expression on his face. âI just. Iâm already letting everyone down, Sam. Donât say itâs not true,â he cuts off her protest, âthe first round, you and Miguel were still going strong, and I let myself get distracted and forced us out. And I just, keep fucking doing it. I got captain and Iâve done nothing to actually earn it. Both our dads are disappointed in me. Iâm letting the team down. Iâm letting myself down. I wanted to win. I wanted to win,â he repeats in distress, and she can only squeeze his hand intently, âand all Iâve done is lose. Last thing I need is for them to realize that Iâve done something even more pathetic.â
She wants to argue. Wants to say that none of this matters, that the team and their fathers wouldnât ever blame him for this, but how can she say that? How can she say for sure? In the most horrible corner of her mindâs eye, she can almost see Demetri shrugging. At least sheâs hot. She can see her father making an awkward face, trying to make things sound better than they are. We donât want to make a scene and jeopardize our place here. She can see JohnnyâŚcan she see Johnny? Has she even seen Johnny talk to his son one-on-one since theyâve been here? Would there be anyone on the team who would wholeheartedly support Robby right now?
Miguel would, she thinks, because sheâll go insane if she doesnât. If Miguel was here, heâd be right next to Sam, comforting his brother. Heâd know what to do. Heâs much more rational than she is, ironically the Miyagi Do-esque stopper on her Cobra Kai-esque tendencies.Â
But everyone else on the team, Sam canât say. She hates it. She doesnât want to believe the worst of them, but canât believe the best either.
So all she says is, softly, âAnd Tory?â
Robby shudders, shutting his eyes for a second. âYou donât think if I tell Tory she wonât try and commit murder? Tory needs this win. She canât get kicked out of the competition. I canât do that to her.â
Thatâs true. Tory would fly off the rails. Samâs been the target of that insane rage once before. A very vengeful part of her wants to see Zara be the next target. Wants to assist. Maybe to ringlead.
But if Robby doesnât want her to say anything to anyone, how can she go behind his back to do that?
Samâs face twists into something painful, a grimace that always makes itself visible when she loses something. âThatâs not fair. Itâs not fair that youâre trying to spare everyoneâs feelings but your own. Zara deserves to get kicked out of the competition, at least. I know thereâs no way of reporting it without letting the senseis find out, butâŚRobby, itâs not fair,â she says again, as though heâs not completely aware of how unfair it is. âThatâs notâitâs notâyou didnât deserve that. No one deserves that. I donâtâŚI want to help you. Tell me how I can help you,â she pleads.
Above everything, Sam hates feeling helpless.
He looks down, staring at their joined hands with his messy hair sticking out in different ways. It shatters her heart completely, thinking of him coming back to this room in the morning, completely out of it, and then being alone. It reminds her of how sheâd cried the first time she found out heâd been living without electricity and all by himself at his apartment. Alone then, too.
But fuck that, she thinks spitefully, sheâd made sure he had food and water and a home then, and sheâll make sure he always has at least one person on his side now. Even if it means not getting to beat the shit out of Zara, even if it means snapping at her teammates if they badmouth the other captain. Robbyâs been through enough. She doesnât care about winning this much.
âCan you stay here?â he requests softly, and Sam nods vigorously.
âYeah. Iâll have room service bring us up some water and food, okay? You havenât eaten?â He shakes his head. âOkay, Iâll order up some pancakes. And eggs too. And ice cream?â
He shrugs. âWhatever you want.â
It should be whatever he wants. But no one goes through things like this with their appetite as their first priority. So she gets a little bit of everything off the breakfast menu, as Robby lays back down, staring up at the ceiling again. She thanks the host, before hanging up and joining him. Theyâre both above the blankets, not really looking at each other, wondering what to do.Â
This time, Sam takes the initiative and reaches out to hold his hand. He squeezes and she can feel the gratitude.
âYouâre, umâŚâ Robby speaks up after a few minutes. âReally knowledgeable about this. I mean, fuck, thatâs the wrong word. You just seem like you know what youâre doing.â
Thereâs a question in there, but she doesnât know if she wants to talk about the answer. Remembering that hand, trying to touch her, the sinking feeling in her stomach when sheâd realized how fucking stupid sheâd been.
âWe werenât in the same school then,â Sam begins hesitantly, âbut a little bit before we met, IâŚI was on a date. The guy tried toâŚscore.â She cringes just saying that. âHe never got far, I stopped him, but he still tried. And the next day he spread a rumor that we. Yâknow. Did stuff. Pretty much everyone believed him.â
Thereâs no answer, so she turns her head only to realize Robby is all but glaring, not at her, but his brows are pinched so hard that sheâd believe heâd invent time travel to prevent it from happening to her in the first place. âWho?â
Any other day, she would say it didnât matter. Today, because itâs Robby, she answers simply, âKyler.â
His eyes widen. Sam knows what heâs thinking immediately. Heâd hung out with Kyler. Had practically been friends with him. At that time, it hadnât felt as big a betrayal as him being friends with Tory, because Robby only just learned about Kylerâheâd always known that Tory had attacked her. And if it was anyone else, on any other day, Sam mightâve asked if it would have mattered if he knew about Kyler. If Robby had been so bent on hurting her, would he have really stopped at that boundary?
(And would it have hurt him so much if she had cheated on him with anyone other than the guy who had humiliated him at the All Valley? The guy who his dad had chosen over him? Had she crossed the unimaginable boundary first? Had she deserved what came next?)
Sheâll probably never have her answer. But Robby offers a muted, âIâm sorry, Sam,â which makes her need for an answer a little less urgent. âDoes Miguel knowâŚ?â
âNo.â Of course he didnât. A few months ago, after his campus visit, Miguel had laughed recounting everything to her, saying Kylerâs kinda okay now? and sheâd said nothing, only smiling along and pretending that she didnât resent it. Miguel didnât know what heâd tried. Sheâd never spoken about it until now. But he had known about the rumors. Hell, heâd been the one to beat Kyler up for them. For all of Hawkâs snickering about how everyone Kyler had bullied got to beat him up, sheâd never had the opportunity.Â
Once again, Sam wonders if it would matter. A second later, she reminds herself that this isnât about her. Not right now.
âItâs okay,â she murmurs, even though it isnât.
After a few seconds, she asks, âWhat about Chozen?â
âWhat about him?â
âWould you tell him? He doesnât really do the whole disappointed dad act.â
Softly, he snorts. âYeah, but he overreacts. Besides, word will still get back out to my dad.â
She turns to face him. âSo youâre just going toâŚlet her get away with this?â Itâs crude of her to say, and a year of competitions and karate gang wars have definitely twisted her mindset into one that only seems to care about winning. And this isnât just losing. This is an attack, a blow, a sucker punch when someone isnât looking.Â
Robby squeezes her hand again, facing her too, a never-ending, tired fight in his eyes. âWhat else am I supposed to do, Sam?â
Itâs a genuine question. Sheâs tempted to simply pull him into a hug and hold him close until she was sure Zara was out of the vicinity, the building, the fucking country. Sheâs tempted for her answer to just be for him to lie low and let her take care of itâand whether taking care of it looks like going to the board and informing them what happened or breaking down Zaraâs door then crane kicking her Dad-style in the face, she hasnât decided yet.
Thereâs a knock on the door that makes them both flinch, and their shoulders relax at the same time when the person calls out âroom service!â Sam stands, going to grab the food.
She might have overdone it, she realizes, when she runs out of hands to hold everything. Eggs, pancakes, bacon, hash browns, waffles, donuts, eclairs, ice cream, small cakes, and more.Â
Right as sheâs about to request that the delivery guy just leave the cart with them, Robby comes up behind her, taking the rest. He thanks the guy and closes the door, and their eyes meet in bewilderment until a small laugh escapes him. Samâs heart flutters at the sound, amazed that he even has it in him.
âYou really ordered everything, huh? You know we have a limit on how much we can charge on the card?â
âItâs okay.â Sam puts everything in her arms onto the hotel table, sitting on top of it before opening the bags. âIâll charge it to my card before my dad finds out and gets pissed.â
Robby nods, setting the trays in his hands down as well. They both look down, and her stomach even growls, but neither of them dig in.Â
He looks uneasy.
âHey,â she says softly, âpenny for your thoughts?â
Gnawing at his lower lip, Robby sits on the rolling chair in front of her. His expression is pensive, and he makes no motion to touch the food, so Sam doesnât either. It wouldnât be fair.
âHow am I gonna do the next event?â he whispers hopelessly. âSeeing Tory and Kwon is already messing with me enough. Now Zara? I donât want to see her. IâIâm getting the feeling that if I do, Iâll be off my game even more. I donât wanna fuck this up, but I will.â
Sam takes a deep breath. âRobby, can I be honest?â A small nod. âYouâre putting way too much importance on the competition. I know it means a lot to you and everyone else to win, and I want to win too, more than anything, butâŚâ She thinks for a second, wondering if she really wants to sue more discourse, but then decides screw it, she may as well. âYouâve been dealt a really shitty hand here. Our dads havenât been fair to you. Our team hasnât been fair to you. And I contributed to that when I told everyone about Kreese and Tory, and Iâm sorry. I canât make everyone else change what they think, so I donât know if this helps you at all, but even if you singlehandedly cost us the next match, I wonât be mad at you. And no oneâs gonna say shit to you if I can help it. If you donât want me to tell anyone what Zara did, fine, I can respect that. I havenât told anyone about Kyler before either. But Iâm also telling you that Iâm in your corner whether you end up needing me or not. If you wanna win this thing, letâs eat and go train right now. Somewhere outside, so we donât have to see Zara, or Kwon, or Tory. If you want to forfeit, Iâll help you figure out how and tell anyone you donât wanna deliver the news to. If you wanna just stay in here and talk or not talk or order a hundred more things we wonât eat, Iâll do it.â She sets her jaw. âWeâre co-captains. Itâs about time we act like it. I donât care about the competition. Youâre my friend. I care about you.â
Sheâs out of breath by the time she finishes her spiel, and she already knows thereâs a million things she forgot to say, and a million more she knows she sounds privileged overâitâs easy for her not to care about the competition when sheâs not pinning her entire future on it, of course, and sheâs almost about to apologize but stops herself, because Robby Keene has never looked at her the way he is now.
His lips are parted, breathless. His cheeks are tinted red, less in embarrassment and more in astonishment. Thereâs tears in his eyes, but just like hers earlier, they donât fall. The two gems shine like emeralds, the same way they do when he gets a point on someone in a match. She always notices them, bad as might sound when she is someone elseâs girlfriend, but she canât help what her mind focuses on.
âYouâre in my corner?â Robby repeats, ever so quietly and with a tremor in his voice.
With a small, encouraging smile, she answers, âAlways, Keene.â At least, starting now.
âThank you.â His voice cracks, and Sam thinks it might be okay that she didnât say all that she wanted to. She thinks Robby gets it. Heâs good at that, at knowing what sheâs thinking.
 âYou wanna train?â
And thatâs why itâs hardly surprising that he nods, because she clearly is also good at knowing what heâs thinking. Thereâs always more fight left in Robby even after life makes it its personal mission to try and beat it out of him.Â
And speaking of whichâŚ
âI promise not to tell anyone if you donât want me to.â She reaches over and squeezes his hand just like before. The image of herself in a black gi flashes in her mindâs eye, and for the first time, she isnât scared of it. âBut I also promise that if we advance, and I meet Zara on the mat, Iâm going to knock her out so painfully her sponsors will never even put her face on their damn coffee mugs.â
She half expects him to argue, but insteadâ
âIce cream first, itâs melting,â Robby says, and Sam agrees, and they eat.
Me knowing Iâll never get my Kiaz, SamTory or HawkTory (maybe even Kwon and Tory but thatâs a stretch) as endgame witnessing how psycho keenry and Samiguel stans are rn lol: đ§đ˝ââď¸
Whenever thereâs a canon couple I love and am sad about for breaking up (for example samobby- yes I loved them right away even if Kiaz is my OTP now), Iâll appreciate the time I got to see them on screen bcs wtf at least it was canon! People should appreciate that more instead of attacking others lol
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I'll say the characters Robby and Sam may not have had chemistry as a couple, but in real life, Tanner and Mary definitely had chemistry. Congrats to both of them!