The school hallway buzzed with after-class chaos. Andrea leaned against a locker, her hood up, her arms crossed, radiating the kind of aura that drew people in while daring them to step closer.
Anthony LaRusso couldn't stop staring. He knew he shouldn't — his dad would kill him — but Andrea was… different. Dangerous, but magnetic.
"Uh—h-hey," Anthony stammered, clutching his backpack straps.
Andrea raised a brow. "What's up, LaRusso Jr.? You get lost on your way to math club?"
Anthony flushed. "No, I— I just… wanted to say… you're, uh… you're kinda… cool."
Andrea smirked, leaning down slightly so her cold eyes met his. "Cool? That's all you got? If you're gonna crush on a Cobra Kai, at least try harder."
Anthony's ears went red. "I-I'm not crushing— I just—"
Before he could finish, a familiar voice cut in like a blade.
"Anthony." Daniel's tone was sharp, controlled, but his eyes flickered with something darker when they landed on Andrea.
Andrea stood straighter, smirk widening. "Oh look. Daddy LaRusso."
Daniel's jaw tightened. "Stay away from my son."
Andrea didn't flinch. "Maybe teach your son to stay away from me."
Anthony shifted awkwardly, mumbling, "Dad, it's not a big deal—"
"Anthony, car. Now." Daniel's voice cracked like a whip.
Andrea gave Anthony a wink as Daniel dragged him off. Her smirk lingered, but deep inside, something twisted. Daniel's eyes weren't just angry. They were scared. And that fear was aimed directly at her.
Night draped over the strip mall like a curtain. Kyler, Kenny, Bert, and Mitch huddled behind the liquor store, the neon sign buzzing overhead.
"You sure about this?" Bert whispered, shoving his hands in his hoodie.
Kenny smirked, pulling a bandana over his face. "Relax, Bert. You wanna be part of Cobra Kai or not? This is how we prove we're not just kids."
Kyler snorted. "Yeah, dude. We're legends in the making." He slapped Mitch on the back. "Big Red here's already famous."
Mitch puffed his chest, though his eyes flickered nervously toward the cameras.
"C'mon," Kenny hissed, jimmying the lock. "Let's make some history."
The door creaked open. They slipped inside like shadows. Bottles clinked as Kyler stuffed vodka into his backpack. Kenny snagged a box of cigarettes, Bert grabbed candy bars in a panic, and Mitch tossed expensive whiskey into a duffel bag.
Then —
"Hey!" A clerk's voice thundered from the back.
Panic surged. Kyler shoved the guy, sending him stumbling into a shelf. Glass shattered everywhere. Kenny hissed, "Run!"
They bolted, sprinting into the night, laughing breathlessly as alarms blared behind them.
Hours later, they collapsed in Kenny's basement, liquor bottles lined up, cigarettes lit.
"We're unstoppable," Kenny grinned, posting a blurry video to his secret account.
But Hawk, who had followed them out of suspicion, stepped from the shadows. His face was cold.
"You idiots." His voice was low, sharp. "You just made us criminals."
Kyler shrugged. "So what? That's Cobra Kai."
Hawk's eyes flickered — guilt, pride, rage — all battling inside him.
And deep down, he didn't stop them.
The Cobra Kai dojo was thick with sweat and shouts as Johnny barked instructions. Then the door opened.
Every head turned.
Miguel stood there. Alive. Strong. Determined.
"Holy shit," Hawk muttered.
Andrea froze mid-kick, her breath catching. She had visited him in the hospital, but seeing him here — walking into this place — something in her chest clenched.
Johnny's eyes widened, then softened. "Kid…" His voice cracked. "You came back."
Miguel nodded. "I'm not done fighting."
Hawk scoffed. "So you crawl back after running to LaRusso? What, did princess Sam dump you?"
"Shut up, Hawk," Miguel snapped. His eyes flickered briefly to Andrea, softening.
Andrea swallowed hard. She wanted to smile, to run up to him — but the Cobra Kai inside her forced her to stand still, arms crossed, expression unreadable.
Johnny clapped Miguel on the back. "Welcome home, son."
The parking lot outside Miyagi-Do was nearly empty when Sam stormed up to Miguel, her eyes burning.
"You came back?!" she hissed.
Miguel held his ground. "Sam—"
"You swore you wouldn't go back to them. To her."
Miguel's jaw tightened. "Sam, I can't abandon them. I can't abandon Andrea."
Her stomach twisted. "So you're choosing her over me?"
Miguel's voice broke. "It's not like that."
Sam's hand shook as she shoved him back. "You're just like them. Blind. Stupid."
Miguel's eyes darkened. "And you're selfish. You want me to be Miyagi-Do's puppet because it makes you feel safe."
The words stung. She turned away before the tears could fall. "We're done, Miguel."
The next day, Andrea was walking home when Sam stepped out from the shadows, fists clenched.
Andrea smirked. "Here we go."
"You're destroying him," Sam spat. "And I'm not gonna let you."
Andrea tilted her head. "Newsflash, princess — he doesn't belong to you."
The first punch came from Sam. Andrea dodged, grinning. But then something snapped. Weeks of rage, grief, and coldness surged.
Andrea's fists flew like knives. She slammed Sam into a brick wall, knuckles cracking against her face. Blood sprayed. Sam tried to block, tried to breathe, but Andrea was a storm — relentless, merciless.
"Stay. Away. From. Me," Andrea hissed, slamming Sam's head into the concrete one last time.
Sam crumpled, unconscious, blood pooling beneath her.
Andrea froze, chest heaving, staring at her own bloody hands.
Then she turned and walked away, eyes cold as stone.
The hospital room reeked of antiseptic. Sam lay unconscious, tubes hooked into her arm. Amanda sobbed quietly. Anthony sat in the corner, pale, whispering, "She's gonna be okay, right?"
Daniel stood frozen, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles were white.
"This was Andrea," Anthony muttered. "She… she's kinda cool, Dad, but…"
Daniel's eyes went wild. Cool. His son thought the girl who put Sam in a hospital bed was cool.
Amanda touched his arm. "Daniel—"
"No." His voice shook. "I've been patient. I've waited. I've tried to fight this the Miyagi way. But no more."
Chozen stepped forward from the shadows. "Anger clouds judgment, Daniel-san. But sometimes… anger is a weapon."
Daniel's eyes blazed with fury. "Then it's time I use it."
The last image: Daniel and Chozen striding through the night toward Cobra Kai, faces carved with rage, ready to bring hell.