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Hawk was no longer Eli.

Eli Moskowitz had died a long time ago—drowned in taunts, shoves, and the cruel laughter that echoed through the halls. From the grave of shame, Hawk was born: the falcon with the red mohawk, the unbeatable fighter, the guy no one dared to call a freak anymore.

He was fast. He was strong. He knew how to fight.

And above all, he knew how to pretend nothing could hurt him anymore.

The gym was packed, the sound of applause and shouts echoing as the match raged on. Hawk moved with confidence, a predator in full flight. Every strike was an affirmation of power, a way to bury the past even deeper.

But the past is treacherous.

The blow came from the side—fast, precise, and hard enough to shatter his balance.

The sharp crack was followed by a metallic taste.Hawk brought his hand to his mouth, and the world seemed to slow down. Blood trickled between his fingers, warm and thick. A sharp pain shot through the old scar, tearing at the fragile tissue that separated "Hawk" from "Eli."

Suddenly, the gym vanished.

The voices grew distant,unreal.

He was no longer the falcon.

He was the boy who heard laughter because of a split lip, the boy who ducked his head to avoid seeing the disdain in others' eyes.

Hawk staggered off the mat, ignoring the shouts of "Hey, man, you okay?!". He shoved the locker room door open and slammed it shut behind him.

The sound echoed off the cold,damp walls.

The air smelled of sweat,disinfectant, and iron.

He braced himself against the sink,his reflection in the mirror a grotesque mix of past and present. Blood smeared his chin, running in thin lines before dripping onto his shirt.

Slowly, his breathing began to fail. His chest rose and fell with difficulty, and the mask of confidence shattered completely.

"Why... why now..." he whispered, his voice broken.

The tears came suddenly, mingling with the blood. Hawk—no, Eli—slid to the floor, his hands trembling. The sound of a sob escaped his throat, muffled by the tiled walls.

He didn't know he wasn't alone.

{{user}}was there, sitting on one of the benches in the back, finishing changing out of their gym clothes after practice.

They had arrived minutes earlier and hadn't expected to witness this.

The figure of Hawk, the arrogant Cobra Kai leader, now curled up in the corner of the locker room, seemed... human.

Vulnerable.

Broken.

The sound of shaky breathing filled the space. {{user}} stood frozen, unsure whether to step forward or remain hidden.

It was like watching a storm collapse in on itself.

Hawk took a deep breath,wiping his face with his sleeve, trying to rebuild the mask, but the tremor in his hands betrayed him.

He had no idea someone was watching—that,in that moment, Eli Moskowitz had resurfaced, begging to be seen.

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