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The dojo felt like a pressure cooker, every breath thick with tension as Sasha stood with her Miyagi-Do teammates on the polished wooden floor. The overhead fluorescent lights buzzed softly, casting a pale glow that reflected off the smooth surface, making the entire room feel brighter-almost too bright, too sharp. The scent of sweat and pine lingered, grounding them all in the reality of the fight ahead.

The sound of bodies striking pads echoed from the far end of the room, punctuated by the rhythmic shuffle of feet pivoting with precision. It wasn't just training anymore. The stakes were real. This was their last shot to stay in the tournament. To prove they weren't just the underdogs-they were warriors.

On the far end of the mat, Sensei LaRusso and Sensei Lawrence stood side by side, a study in contrast yet strangely united. LaRusso, calm and composed, held his hands behind his back, his eyes scanning the team with quiet authority. His face was serene, like still water, but his gaze carried the weight of everything they had to lose. Beside him, Lawrence was the opposite-arms crossed, stance wide, his jaw set like he was ready to start throwing punches himself.

Sasha could feel their energy radiating, like two opposing forces merging into one.

"This is it," LaRusso finally said, stepping forward. His voice was steady, measured, but there was no mistaking the gravity behind it. "We need this win to stay in the tournament. But this fight... it's about more than that." He looked each of them in the eye, his gaze lingering on Sasha, then Robby, then Miguel. "It's not just about Silver. Not just about the Redentores. It's about who we are. What we stand for."

He took a deep breath, the room hanging on every word. "We fight as Miyagi-Do. Together. With honor."

The silence that followed was deafening. Sasha swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his words settle in her chest like a stone.

Then Sensei Lawrence stepped forward, his presence more like a crack of thunder against LaRusso's steady rain. "Alright, listen up," he barked, his voice rougher, sharper. "People love to talk crap about loyalty. Switching sides. Betrayal." His eyes narrowed, voice rising as he jabbed a finger at the center of the mat. "But guess what? It doesn't matter where you came from. What matters is where you are now. And right now? You're Miyagi-Do. So act like it. Go out there and fight like hell. Got it?"

"Yes, Sensei!" the team answered in unison, voices echoing off the walls.

Sasha felt her heart hammering, her fists clenching at her sides as adrenaline surged through her veins. She wasn't just fighting for herself today-she was fighting for her teammates, for this family they'd built out of broken pieces.

Robby was beside her, his jaw set, his fingers flexing like he was itching for the fight. Miguel gave her a brief glance, nodding, his face serious but calm. Kenny bounced lightly on the balls of his feet, his energy barely contained, while Hawk cracked his knuckles with a smirk that spoke volumes.

It was time.

Miguel stepped forward first, his movements fluid, shoulders loose, confidence radiating from every step.

"Let's go!" he called, igniting the room with his voice as he squared up against Francis-the Redentores' bruiser with biceps like steel cables and a permanent sneer carved into his face.

The referee raised his hand. "Fight!"

Miguel moved first, launching into a sharp, spinning sidekick. Francis blocked it with brutal ease, barely budging from his spot. The clash of their strikes was loud, almost echoing through the dojo like a drumbeat. Blow after blow, Miguel's speed against Francis's raw power.

Sasha's pulse raced as she watched Miguel stumble back from a hard front kick to the chest. He recovered quickly, eyes flicking to the sidelines-catching her gaze for just a heartbeat. His face serious. Almost challenging.

"Your turn," he said, breathless but steady. Trust.

Sasha inhaled sharply, stepping onto the mat.

Francis barely had time to wipe the sweat from his brow before she moved, every muscle primed like a coiled spring. She felt the floor beneath her feet, imagined the flow of energy Sensei LaRusso always talked about-control, focus, intention.

And then she attacked.

She struck fast, a spinning hook kick aimed for his head. Francis ducked but not fast enough-her foot grazed his shoulder, and his smirk dropped. He retaliated with a sharp front kick to her ribs, pain exploding in her side, but she twisted with it, absorbing the hit like it was nothing.

"Not bad," she gritted out, eyes narrowing.

She caught his next punch mid-air, twisting his arm behind his back in a fluid lock, then rammed her elbow into his ribs with a sharp grunt. His breath hitched, and Sasha felt him stumble.

Now.

With a pivot, she swept his legs out from under him, the satisfying thud echoing louder than the sounds of their breathing.

The dojo erupted. Cheers. Claps. Sasha stepped back, exhaling sharply, sweat clinging to her skin as she stood over him.

"Stay down," she quipped, lips curling into a victorious smirk.

But before Francis could rise, another Redentores fighter-a wiry, fast-looking kid-stepped forward, ready to challenge her.

"Sasha, tag me in!" Kenny's voice rang out, eager, vibrating with uncontained energy.

"No way! I've got this," Hawk cut in, but Sasha ignored him, reaching for Kenny's hand.

"Go get 'em, Kenny."

Kenny hit the mat with a grin. And then he exploded.

Fast. Fluid. Every move sharp and precise. His opponent barely had time to react before Kenny executed a perfect tornado kick, landing with a satisfying crack against the other fighter's shoulder.

The Redentores fighter staggered.

"Point! Miyagi-Do!" the referee called.

The dojo burst into celebration, Sasha and Robby rushing forward to lift Kenny onto their shoulders. Their cheers rang out, echoing through the space louder than any strike.

But Kenny wasn't done.

As the cheering died down, his eyes found the far edge of the room-where Terry Silver stood, his arms crossed, face a mask of cold indifference.

Kenny didn't hesitate.

He raised his middle finger, his grin wide and defiant.

Silver's eyes narrowed. But he said nothing.

And for the first time in a long while, Sasha felt like they had won.

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The locker room was steeped in a suffocating silence, so heavy it felt like it could crush the air from their lungs. It clung to the walls, stretched across the worn benches, and pressed against their chests like an invisible weight. The dim fluorescent lights above buzzed faintly, flickering just enough to cast pale, stuttering shadows across the scuffed tile floor. The scent of sweat lingered, sharp and raw, mingling with the medicinal tang of liniment and the cold, metallic bite of locker doors that had seen their share of slammed fists, both in triumph and frustration.

Tonight, though, the air was different. Tonight wasn't just another fight. This was the end of something. And everyone felt it.

The team was scattered across the room, isolated despite the close quarters. Some perched on the edges of the benches, heads bowed. Others leaned against the cool metal lockers, shoulders hunched like the weight of their thoughts was too much to bear. No one spoke. No one moved. Emotions rippled in the quiet-grief, fear, defiance, hope-all swirling just beneath the surface but refusing to break free.

Sasha stood near the back, arms folded tightly across her chest, the locker's coolness seeping into her spine. She let her sharp gaze drift over the team. Miguel sat hunched forward, his elbows digging into his knees, fingers twitching as they traced the strap of his gear over and over again. Robby, off to the side, had his arms folded, his jaw tight, eyes fixed on a point on the floor like he was memorizing the cracks in the tile. Sam sat near him, her hands knotted in her lap, her gaze unfocused. Eli and Demetri sat side by side but didn't speak, their usual easy banter replaced by a strained, heavy quiet.

Her heart ached. For all of them.

The silence became unbearable, pressing against Sasha's ribs like a vice. She took a steadying breath, the kind that filled her lungs to the point of pain, before stepping forward. Her boots struck the tile with a soft echo, and it felt deafening against the void.

No more waiting.

She clapped her hands together, the sharp crack echoing like a lightning strike through the stifling quiet.

Miguel's head snapped up. Robby straightened, his fists unclenching. Sam blinked hard, and Demetri and Eli shifted, their gazes breaking from the floor as they focused on her.

Good.

Sasha's voice, steady but low, cut through the tension like a blade. "One last fight. That's what we have left. One. And you know what? It doesn't matter if we win or lose."

Miguel's brow furrowed, confusion sparking behind his eyes. Robby's lips parted like he wanted to object but held back.

Sasha pressed on. "What does matter is how we step onto that mat. Together. As the team we've become. We've worked too hard, fought too long to let fear control this moment. No regrets. No holding back. We don't owe anyone anything but our best. So let's give it to them."

The words settled over the room, heavy but brimming with quiet power.

Demetri exhaled a shaky breath, breaking the quiet first with a faint, wry smile. "Okay, but like... when did you get so good at fortune cookie wisdom?" His voice was light, teasing, but there was a rawness behind the humor, an unspoken gratitude.

Sasha huffed softly, shaking her head. "Maybe you do need a fortune cookie, Demetri. Whatever works, right?"

The corners of Sam's mouth twitched, but it wasn't enough to reach her eyes. She looked down, swallowing thickly. And then, in a voice so quiet it almost got lost, she whispered, "I guess I never really thought about it like that."

Miguel nodded slowly, his Adam's apple bobbing as he tried-and failed-to keep his emotions in check. "Me neither," he murmured. His voice was rough around the edges, his hands curling into fists as he stared at them like they were the only thing anchoring him. "After everything... I don't think I'm ready to say goodbye."

Robby, standing near the wall, shifted. His gaze was distant, guarded-but there was a warmth in his voice when he finally spoke. "Yeah... So? How do we wanna go out?"

It wasn't a challenge. It was an invitation. A call to action.

The silence lingered, thick with unshed tears and memories too painful to name.

Until Demetri, his voice cracking slightly, looked over at Eli. "Hey... can we talk for a sec?"

Eli blinked, startled. For a beat, he looked like he was going to deflect-joke it off the way he always did when things got too real. But then Demetri stood, crossing the room with a quiet resolve.

"I'm sorry, dude," Eli whispered, his voice barely audible. "For everything. For being a jerk, for hurting you-"

Demetri shook his head, cutting him off. "You didn't lose me, okay? You're my brother. You always have been."

Eli's breath hitched. And then, without another word, he pulled Demetri into a tight hug, his fingers clenching the back of his gi like he was afraid to let go.

Sasha felt her throat tighten-but before she could speak, Sam shifted closer, her gaze locking on her sister.

"Hey," Sam whispered, voice trembling. "I'm sorry too. For how I treated you. For... not being supportive about you and Kwon. I was-" Her voice cracked. "I was being selfish. And mean. And I shouldn't have-"

Sasha didn't let her finish. She just pulled her into a hug, holding on like she was afraid this moment would slip away too. Sam sobbed quietly into her shoulder, and Sasha squeezed tighter.

"You're my sister," Sasha whispered, voice thick. "We've got each other, always."

Devon's exaggerated sigh finally cut through the tension like a burst of cold air. "Okay, seriously? There is no crying in karate!"

The laughter that followed wasn't perfect, but it was real. It broke the last of the tension, echoing through the locker room as Miguel, Robby, Eli, and Demetri joined in.

Miguel grinned, pulling both Eli and Demetri into a spontaneous hug. "You guys are always gonna be my brothers."

Robby, voice steady but soft, nodded. "We're a family."

Miguel raised his chin, scanning the room. "Yeah. All of us."

Robby's lips twitched. "So what are we?"

"Miyagi-Do!"

The door creaked open just then, and all heads turned. Daniel and Johnny stood in the doorway, their contrasting energies perfectly balanced-Daniel calm, steady, arms folded with a soft smile. Johnny, leaning against the frame with his signature smirk.

Daniel broke the silence first. "You know, we had this whole speech planned."

Johnny snorted. "Yeah, but looks like you guys beat us to it."

Sam smiled through lingering tears. "Our senseis taught us well."

Sasha nodded, voice steady. "Yeah, they did."

Daniel pulled both daughters into his arms. "I'm proud of you. All of you."

Johnny clapped his hands, grinning wide. "Alright, enough of the sappy stuff! It's time to get out there and kick some Cobra Kai ass!"

And as they cheered, fists raised, the weight in the room finally lifted. Together, they were ready.

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The Miyagi-Do team stepped into the arena with a unified sense of purpose, the rhythmic echo of their footsteps mingling with the crowd's deafening cheers and jeers. Bright lights illuminated the polished floor, casting long shadows as the tension in the room thickened like a storm cloud. This was it-the moment that would determine everything.

Sasha's stomach tightened as her gaze swept the opposing side. Cobra Kai, clad in their black uniforms, stood like a wall of defiance. Her eyes landed on Sensei Kim, who was speaking to Tory in hushed but fierce tones. Though Sasha couldn't hear the words, the sharpness of Kim's gestures and the fire in her expression were unmistakable. Tory, jaw set and shoulders squared, nodded with a mask of cold focus. But Sasha could feel the weight of those words.

The announcer's voice boomed through the arena, his words slicing through the noise:

"Since Miyagi-Do and Cobra Kai are tied at one win each, this match will determine who advances to the finals. The losing team... is eliminated."

Sasha inhaled sharply, her pulse hammering. She turned her focus back to her teammates, finding comfort in the steady presence of Sam, Demetri, Miguel, Hawk, Kenny, and Robby. Their faces mirrored her own mix of nerves and unyielding determination.

But then-her gaze caught on Kwon. He stood with the Cobra Kai lineup, meeting her eyes with a lopsided smile, his dark eyes warm despite the tension around them. Her heart gave a flutter she couldn't quite suppress.

Daniel's calm voice broke through her thoughts as he stepped forward, hands clasped. "Trust, tag, teamwork. Stay focused. Stay strong. You're stronger together-believe in that, and you'll win this."

Johnny chimed in with a sharp clap of his hands. "No mercy, no hesitation. Fight like hell. Now, who's up first?"

Sasha raised her hand, her voice steady despite the knots in her stomach. "Me, Robby, Sam, Demetri, Miguel, Kenny, and Hawk."

Johnny nodded, his grin approving. "Good. Remember-no second-guessing. Give it everything."

The team lined up along the mat, their collective energy radiating outward. Sasha's pulse pounded as she faced Cobra Kai. But before the match could start, Tory suddenly shoved Kwon aside, storming toward Robby with her fists clenched.

Robby blinked, confused. "Tory, what the hell are you-"

"Don't act like you don't know," she snapped, her voice sharp as a blade.

Sasha's eyes narrowed, watching closely.

"You and Zara," Tory spat, her voice trembling with accusation.

Robby's face blanched. His jaw tightened as her words lingered in the air, heavy and unresolved. Sasha felt her fists clench. Zara. The girl who had done nothing but manipulate and twist everything around them. Her presence still haunted them.

The referee stepped forward. "Fighters, to the mat. Ready?"

Tory's glare lingered a moment longer before she spun back, falling into her fighting stance.

"Fight!"

Tory attacked first, fierce and unrelenting. A sharp kick toward Robby's ribs forced him to block, but she followed with a relentless barrage of punches. Robby dodged and deflected, his movements controlled but clearly strained under the pressure.

Sasha stood on the edge of the mat, every muscle coiled as she watched the brutal exchange. Robby was holding his own, but Tory's aggression wasn't slowing. Finally, she spun into a roundhouse kick, her foot landing hard against Robby's side. He stumbled back, hitting the mat with a pained grunt.

"Robby, tag me in!" Sasha called, her hand outstretched.

Without hesitation, Robby slapped her palm, and Sasha surged forward, stepping onto the mat with fierce resolve.

Tory smirked, her breath coming hard but her eyes blazing. "You sure you're ready for this, Sasha?"

Sasha didn't respond. She dropped into her stance, body taut and focused.

Tory struck first, a rapid punch aimed at Sasha's face, but Sasha deflected it with a fluid sweep of her arm. She countered with a quick jab to Tory's ribs, earning a sharp exhale from her opponent.

Tory spun low, sweeping at Sasha's legs, but Sasha leapt gracefully over the kick and retaliated with a spinning back kick that glanced Tory's shoulder.

They exchanged blows with brutal intensity-punches, blocks, counterstrikes-all blending into a blur of movement. Sasha ducked a hook and snapped her knee into Tory's stomach, forcing her back a step.

"You're not the only one who can fight dirty," Sasha muttered, her voice low but steady.

Tory's face twisted with fury. She lunged, aiming a high kick for Sasha's head, but Sasha ducked, sweeping under it before landing a hard sidekick to her chest. The impact sent Tory sprawling.

Before the referee could signal the point, Tory growled and slapped Kwon's hand.

Sasha's breath caught as Kwon stepped onto the mat.

His expression softened for just a second. "I'm not going soft on you, just so you know," he said quietly.

Sasha's eyes narrowed, determined. "Good. I don't want you to."

The match resumed, both of them circling. Kwon struck first, a quick feint followed by a sweeping kick aimed low. Sasha leapt back, dodging, but he pivoted mid-move and landed a punch against her side.

She winced but countered, spinning into a roundhouse aimed for his shoulder. He blocked, but her next strike-a powerful front kick-landed squarely on his chest.

They traded blow after blow, equally matched, until finally, Kwon caught her wrist mid-punch and twisted it just enough to throw her off balance. With a smooth shoulder check, he sent her stumbling back.

"Point! Cobra Kai!" the referee declared.

Kwon exhaled, brushing a hand through his hair. "Still friends?"

Sasha shook her head, smirking. "Not right now."

Miguel clapped his hand on her shoulder. "Tag me in."

Sasha nodded, tagging out as Miguel squared up against Kwon, their rivalry reigniting instantly.

As the match continued, Sasha felt a chill crawl up her spine. Someone was watching her.

Her gaze shifted-and locked onto Terry Silver.

He stood across the arena, arms folded, a slow, calculating smirk on his face.

Without thinking, Sasha stormed toward him, her heart pounding with adrenaline. Devon shot her a concerned look, but Sasha didn't stop.

She halted just feet from Silver, voice low and icy. "Stay the hell out of my head. You don't control me anymore."

Silver tilted his head, feigning innocence. "I'm just observing. But you know, Sasha... you could be so much more. Join my team. The Iron Dragons could use someone with your talent."

Sasha's eyes flashed. "I'd rather burn this entire place to the ground than let you mess with me again."

Silver's smirk deepened. "We'll see about that."

Before she could respond, the crowd erupted-

Robby had just landed a perfect roundhouse, sending Kwon flying out of bounds.

"Point! Miyagi-Do wins!"

The arena burst into cheers. Sasha's heart soared as she sprinted onto the mat, arms flying around Robby in a triumphant hug.

The team swarmed them, celebrating as Cobra Kai stood in stunned silence.

But as Sasha held Robby close, she couldn't help but glance back once more-

Silver was still watching.

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The hotel room was quiet, the only sound the low hum of the air conditioner and the occasional muffled footsteps from the hallway outside. The soft, golden glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm light over the space, reflecting off the pale cream walls and the untouched bottles of water sitting on the desk.

Sasha sat cross-legged on the bed, her back against the headboard, absently twisting the hem of her oversized hoodie in her fingers. The adrenaline from the tournament had worn off, but her pulse hadn't entirely settled, lingering like a whisper beneath her skin. The fight kept replaying in her head-Kwon's eyes on her from across the mat, his face so hard to read yet so familiar.

And then there was the way he looked at her after.

A knock broke the silence.

Her stomach flipped, heartbeat thudding louder. She knew it was him. It had to be.

Moving slowly, as if drawn by some invisible force, Sasha slipped off the bed, her socked feet whispering against the carpet as she crossed the room. She hesitated for half a second before unlocking the door, her fingers trembling slightly on the handle.

And then she opened it.

Kwon stood there, hoodie zipped up, damp strands of dark hair clinging slightly to his forehead like he'd just showered. His face was serious, but his eyes-those eyes-searched hers with a softness she hadn't expected. Vulnerable. Conflicted.

"Sasha," he murmured.

Her breath caught, the tension thick enough to press against her chest. "You shouldn't be here," she whispered, voice barely above a breath.

"I know," Kwon said, his gaze flicking down for a second, as if he wasn't sure what to say. But when he looked back up, his face was set with quiet determination. "I had to see you."

She didn't move. Couldn't.

The scent of his soap-clean, faintly citrusy-was so close, and his hand lifted just slightly, fingers grazing her wrist like he was checking to see if she'd pull away.

She didn't.

"Sasha... are you okay?" His voice was softer now, barely above a whisper.

And God, she wanted to lie. To say she was fine. But the weight in her chest, the ache of keeping all of this bottled up for so long-it was too much.

"I-" Her voice hitched. "Yeah. I guess."

Silence stretched between them. Thick. Heavy.

But in the next heartbeat, it snapped.

Sasha closed the distance, her hand curling into the front of his hoodie, yanking him inside with a force she hadn't realized she had. The door clicked shut behind them as their lips collided, and for a moment, all she could feel was the heat of him-his body pressing into hers, the sharp inhale he took the second their mouths met.

The kiss was urgent, desperate. Weeks-months-of tension spilling over all at once.

Kwon's hands cupped her face, his palms warm as his fingers threaded into her hair, tugging her closer, deeper. He kissed like he was making up for every second they'd spent pretending this wasn't there. His lips moved against hers with a hunger that left her dizzy, pressing her back step by step until her legs hit the bed.

They tumbled onto the mattress, Sasha landing first with a soft gasp, her back sinking into the plush comforter as Kwon hovered above her, supporting himself on his forearm. The kiss never broke-his mouth moving slower now, more deliberate, like he was trying to memorize her.

Sasha's hands slipped beneath the hem of his hoodie, her fingers grazing the bare skin of his waist, and he shivered under her touch.

"You're freezing," he whispered against her lips.

"Not anymore," she murmured back, tugging him down again.

This kiss was different-slower, deeper. His lips brushed hers gently, tasting, lingering. The heat between them wasn't just physical; it was emotional, raw in a way she hadn't expected.

His hand traced down her side, fingertips grazing her ribs, careful, almost hesitant, as if he was afraid she'd pull away. But Sasha only arched into him, her fingers sliding into the damp strands of his hair, holding him there like she was afraid he'd disappear.

When they finally broke apart, both breathing hard, his forehead rested against hers.

"Sasha," Kwon whispered her name like it was a secret, his breath warm against her lips.

She blinked up at him, her heart thundering so loud she swore he could hear it.

"Kwon..."

He pressed another kiss to the corner of her mouth, then her jaw, trailing soft, lingering kisses along her neck, his lips brushing over her pulse. She felt herself melting under him, fingers tangling in his hoodie, anchoring herself when everything else felt like it might float away.

But somewhere in the back of Kwon's mind, that voice whispered-

You're on opposite sides. This can't last.

But when he kissed her like that-like she was something fragile, something important-he couldn't bring herself to care. Not tonight. Not when he was here.

ASH SPEAKS!!!

i hate how im gonna hurt sasha in 2 chapters :(

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