⚠︎︎- not necessarily smut but slightly

The second event of the world wide karate championship, Y/n Lawrence stepped on to a platform across from Zara, the 'karate queen' of Barcelona.

Encouraging yells from her boyfriend and dojo made her believe she could do it, so she got in to her fighting stance and prepared for the green flag.

She threw the first hit, Zara immediately blocking it and pushing her to the side.

Y/n caught her balance, a swift kick hitting her in the stomach.

Taking a slight step backwards, she stuck her hands below her in to her back bend, kicking over in a small movement.

The girls locked eyes, it was nothing personal, they were both doing what they were there to do.

But when Y/n's foot hit the side of Zara's face causing her to bite her lip, it became personal.

They fought back and forth, Zara was quick and agile.

But Y/n had perseverance, and a good pain tolerance.

She kept collecting the hits, landing less on the girl.

She thought she had her, Y/n's knee coming to her opponents rib, but at the last moment Zara swept her leg.

She landed roughly on the mat and her stomach, letting out a yell in frustration and kicking the platform.
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Y/n was sunken down, her arms crossed over her chest in the locker room.

She sat on the bench next to Hawk, Johnny already digging in to them, "What is wrong with you guys? Where's your fight?"

"You keep blaming us like this isn't your fault too. If my dad had been there, we would've never lost like that." Sam bounced off the wall, already putting Y/n on edge for speaking to her father like that but she knew he could handle a snotty teenage girl.

"Yeah, well he didn't show up."
"Probably because of you! You keep disrespecting him trying to prove your way is better, when it's so clear we should've been using Miyagi Do. You shouldn't even be wearing that Gi."

Devon hopped off the bench, staring Sam in her eyes "Hey! Don't talk to my sensei like that!"

"Your sensei got you knocked off the board in ten seconds, so I'd sit down if I were you. You're not helping us, I don't even know how you made this team!" Sam clapped back, taking the younger girl aback causing her to sit down.

"You know what, bitch!" Y/n hopped off the bench, Sam taking a step back in surprise.

Before she could say anything else, Eli's angry voice spoke from beside her, "Sit."

Swallowing her pride, she took her place beside him and huffed.

"Well, I, for one, will be putting all of this beside me when I'm off to MI-" before Demetri could finish, Hawk interrupted,
"Shut the fuck up about MIT. Some of us care about winning the tournament, be nice if you did too."

"Guys! Can we just cool it? We need to focus on winning."

Miguel started a bicker between him and Robby, "Maybe you should listen to your own advice."

"Got something to say?"

"I already did." Miguel got up, Johnny stopping him from walking away "I'm not finished."

"No offense, sensei, but I'm pretty sure we've heard enough from you."

One by one, everyone left the locker room, Y/n issuing an apology before.

With only a few hours before the elimination event, Y/n sat on her bed on her phone, the room full of tension.

Wanting out of the situation, she shot Hawk a 'wyd' text.

She sighed, placing her phone on the bed and standing up.

Sam stood in front of her, startling her "Look, I'm sorry, but you're dad—"

"Shut the fuck up, Sam! Don't talk about my dad, unless you would like to be the first girl I take out of this competition."

Devon spectated from her own bed, her eyes wide.

With that, Y/n walked out.

She made her way to her boyfriend's room, knocking on it.

Demetri opened it, and it seemed the tension was just as bad in this room.
"Great, another addition to this already tiny room, please come in, make yourself at home. Preferably on Hawks bed."

Hawk stood up, pushing past his friend "Yeah, like she'd want to get any where near that small. What's up, Y/n/n?"

She bit her lip, "I just can't be in that room right now."

He pulled her in to a sweet hug, they hadn't been very intimate since the stress of the tournament built up.

Demetri rolled his eyes, slumping back on to his bed.

Eventually, Hawk and Y/n were lying down too.

"I'm sorry. I haven't really been with you since we got here I've just been so—" she apologized, her breath hitched.

"Stressed. Me too. But it's okay, we're here now." He put his finger under her chin, lifting it up to look in to his eyes.

They kissed, but it wasn't a quick peck like they had been sharing. It was long, lingering, passionate.

His hands went down to her waist, pulling her closer as she wrapped her leg around his.

Y/n was eager, desperate for his touch as she used her hips to grind against him.

Hawk groaned, moving back "Demetri get out."

"No! This is my room just as much as it is yours. We have a shower, you know?" Demetri said, Hawk shrugging,
"Fine. Stay here and watch."

The couple continued, and his roommate stood up with a loud ugh, slamming his comic book down and leaving.

She smiled in to the kiss, letting him on top of her.

His kisses were moving from her lips, to her neck, to her chest.

"Fuck." She moaned, Hawk saying "I'm gonna show you how much I miss you."

-part 2?