#senseimercy

so  he  made  a  few  color  changes  so  that  johnny  could  feel  part  of  it  too.  the  original  one  will  always  be  dear  to  him,  and  one  he  would  wear  for  official  things,  like  the  tournament  (  the  first  he  wore  still  hangs  with  pride  on  the  dojo's  wall,  showing  the  embrodied  detail  mrs.  miyagi  had  done  such  a  long  time  ago,  he  doesn't  dare  touch  it  ).  but  he  thinks  the  new  designs,  as  small  as  they  were,  the  changes  would  fit  them  both.  just  a  few,  instead  of  the  orange  sun,  he  made  it  red  and  instead  of  color,  the  outline  is  all  black,  a  few  added  flying  birds  to  symbolize  eagle  fang  and  he  thinks  the  details  were  nicely  done  (  there  is  a  variation  for  the  black  gi,  of  course,  with  the  outline  being  white  ).  "john.  hey."  a  smile  brightens  up  on  his  features,  walking  toward  the  dojo's  entrance  and  extending  his  hand,  unable  to  contain  his  excitement.  "come  on.  i  thought  you  got  lost  in  traffic."

"you  gonna  forgive  uncle  dutch  anytime  soon?"  there  is  a  short  pause.  adult  stuff  is  adult  stuff.  she  shouldn't  be  so  noisy  but  those  five  men,  now  reduced  in  numbers,  were  all  jeanny  knew  when  she  was  a  kid.  and  she  would  hate  for  them  to  break  off.  "cobra  kai  is  everything  he  knew.  everything  you  knew.  .  .you  know  how  it  is.  i'm  sure  jail  gives  you  not  so  many  options  to  work  through  after."  and  uncle  dutch  is  wild.  he  might  be  a  little  out  there,  too  loud  and  literally  a  criminal,  but  he  is  still  family.

"ha  ha,  hilarious."  he  is  still  using  the  crutches  to  walk  around,  not  because  he  wants  to,  but  because  his  mom  insisted  he  didn't  injure  his  leg  more  than  he  had  to.  "make  fun  all  you  want,  my  car  is  way  cooler  than  yours."  the  ford  might  be  too  bright,  so  yellow  ali  had  nicknamed  it  the  banana  car  but  it  was  a  vintage  car.  and  it  had  been  a  gift  from  mr.  miyagi,  dog  tags  and  all.  "i'm  not  letting  you  drive  my  car.  you  might  break  it."  and  he  can  drive  just  fine  so  he  is  reaching  to  take  the  keys  back  from  johnny's,  so  far  being  unsuccessful.

 it's  an  odd  story,  theirs.  from  bully  to  frenemies  to  co-senseis,  lovers.  it's  a  whole  different  can  of  worms  but  what  he  can  say  for  certainty  is  that  he  wants  to  be  with  johnny.  "by  all  means,  get  better  and  become  someone  you  will  be  proud  of.  but  not  for  me.  or  anyone  else."

  hands   go   to   johnny’s   neck,   sees   the   bruises   and   the   blood   but   it   doesn’t   matter   in   that   moment   because   they   are   kissing   again.   what   felt   like   forever   since   the   last   time   as   he   sighs   in   relief   at   the   touch   (   it’s   grounding,   to   know   johnny   was   there,   alive,   now   ).   and   daniel   breathes   him   in,   breaking   apart   after   a   moment,   hot   breath   mixing   up   together   as   he   looks   up   to   those   blue   eyes.   “i   thought   you   a   goner.” || @senseimercy​

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN. ❞ She knows she's being dodgy, but this has never been Tory's strong suit. And in truth, there are a number of things that she and Johnny need to talk about. Figuring out where to start is a challenge in itself. Another swing at the practice mitt he holds up, then another, and another, as if she can somehow avoid talking altogether if she just dives deeper into the training they're supposed to be doing. But when Johnny drops his hands ( and gives her that look ), there's no longer a target for her to hit. No excuse to circle around the conversation he obviously wants to have. ❝ Fine, Johnathan, ❞ her eyes roll, tone flexing around his nickname, feigned annoyance hiding the nervousness beneath it all. ❝ There's probably a lot of shit we need to talk about, so what specifically is so important that you're interrupting training? ❞

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ THE MOMENT THAT YOU LEFT THE DOJO IS THE MOMENT I STOPPED CARING ABOUT ANYTHING YOU HAVE TO SAY TO ME. ❞ Not like she hasn't heard it all before. It's always the same thing from everyone on the other side, always some speech about how Cobra Kai is ❛ toxic ❜ and how Tory needs to leave it while she can. As if Cobra Kai wasn't the only place that's ever welcomed her with open arms; that's felt like a home to her, like she belongs there. Where all the shit she's done doesn't matter. No one judges her for it in Cobra Kai, unlike they would at the other dojos. Well, everyone else can keep their judgement and their opinions. None of those pampered brats will ever understand what it's like to be her, to always have to fend for yourself and fight tooth and nail for things in life that other people just get handed to them. She thought Johnny understood, once, when he was her sensei. But in the end, Kreese was right; Johnny went too soft, and his mercy bullshit is a big part of what got Miguel hurt in the fight at school. ❝ Don't you have other students to worry about now? Or have you already abandoned them, too? Your son says you're really good at that. ❞

＂         SORRY,      I   WAS   LOOKING   FOR         .   .   .         I   THOUGHT   ROBBY   MIGHT   BE   HERE.         ＂