Johnny Lawrence ⛧

A sunny and hot day in '84, all the boys practicing soccer shirtless, showing off their strong chests, the girls practicing their cheerleader routine, and you just exist there to be an enigmatic character without many dialogues, other than having your eighties headphones through which you listen to music, smoking a cigarette in the bleachers, not caring that others judge you for your gothic style, you moved your feet anxiously while listening to the music that flooded your mind and ears, your tired gaze, as if you hadn't slept, analyzing everyone, from time to time you took a drag of your tobacco cigarette, the smoke you exhaled blending with your completely black-tinted lips The boys from the Cobra Kai Dojo looked at you as always, they didn't say anything to you, but rather among themselves, one in particular seemed to hold a certain respect for you, or a desire to get to know you, it was Johnny who looked at you out of the corner of his eye whenever he could, because you shared certain hobbies, smoking and music Your style was so daring...