[It's a only a week or two after the tournament when Johnny gets a message from Sayo. This may have come as a relief, at first—she'd been putting in remarkable effort to avoid him for two whole days, which is impressive considering that they live together and they don't really have something as sophisticated as "separate rooms."
But that would've evaporated as soon as he read it.]
I'm moving out. Quitting Cobra Kai, too. Don't worry, I'll have everything out by tomorrow.
[Then, a few minutes later, after careful deliberation:]
I'm sorry, Lawrence-sensei.
[As she promised, Sayo already has most of her belongings in boxes by the next morning, with Goat-kun helping her pack up the rest of her odds and ends. When Johnny wanders into her field of view, her eyes briefly flick toward him (and toward the punching bag) before she focuses once again on her task, staying quiet.
Then one of her training weights tumbles off from where it was precariously perched on her stack of equipment, plummeting to the floor and in Johnny's direction.]
Shit- look out!
[There are more bags than usual under her eyes. She's been doing this all night while he's been dead asleep, no wonder she got clumsy.]
[Johnny has been preoccupied the last few weeks with setting and seeing he tournament through. But that's not to say he hasn't noticed the rising tension between him and Sayo. It's hard not to notice when someone he was living with was going to such lengths to avoid him. He didn't know quite know how to broach that and instead continued to focus on the things he could control and knew how to.
When the text comes finally comes through he just stares at it briefly. He knew that this was never meant to permanent, she had needed help and he had been there to provide it. It was cut and dry and simple in the regard and he wasn't about to stand in her way. But quitting the dojo? That was a cut that he hadn't quite been expecting. He'd have to crack a beer after he was done with that one.
By the time he wakes up again he hears working on packing and he gets up to start working on scrounging up something for breakfast. He sees her eyes look to him but he glances down toward the ground and misses the glance at the punching bag. He doesn't know what she's seen and frankly he didn't consider that any of her business. That matter was closed as far he was concerned (And wrong he was).
The training weight falls and comes his way and he shifts down to pick it up before it hits him. He's still tired and a little unfocused himself so as he reaches down it rolls over his fingers and he winces from a brief sting of pain.]
Augh- Fucking white belt.
[He seethes briefly before he picks up the weight and carries it over to Sayo.]
[The response is automatic, as is the small bow as she carefully takes the weight and fumbles it into her boxes again. It might remind him of those early days, when she was still "Shannon," at the Clockhouse, when the witchy grins and easy confidence that she brought to bear during lessons had only been glimpses of the face behind the mask.
She pauses, realizing what she just said, and her shoulders slump.]'
Lawrence-...san, I mean. [There's a finality in that correction as she closes the box and fishes out some packing tape, silently sealing it up. Regret weighs heavy on her. Is this really right, after all that Johnny has done for her? Shouldn't she be trying to talk with him, to make him see how awful the thing she'd done was?
But all of those words, the casual gestures, the venom that he hadn't even noticed was dripping from his mouth come back to her, and she steels her resolve once again.]
I left some extra beer in the back of the fridge. It's not Coors Banquet, but... I did my best to find something I thought you'd like. Nothing fancy, rest assured, [she says after a moment.] Think of it as, um. A going-away present.
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Date: 2022-06-26 09:00 am (UTC)But that would've evaporated as soon as he read it.]
I'm moving out. Quitting Cobra Kai, too. Don't worry, I'll have everything out by tomorrow.
[Then, a few minutes later, after careful deliberation:]
I'm sorry, Lawrence-sensei.
[As she promised, Sayo already has most of her belongings in boxes by the next morning, with Goat-kun helping her pack up the rest of her odds and ends. When Johnny wanders into her field of view, her eyes briefly flick toward him (and toward the punching bag) before she focuses once again on her task, staying quiet.
Then one of her training weights tumbles off from where it was precariously perched on her stack of equipment, plummeting to the floor and in Johnny's direction.]
Shit- look out!
[There are more bags than usual under her eyes. She's been doing this all night while he's been dead asleep, no wonder she got clumsy.]
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Date: 2022-07-08 03:29 am (UTC)When the text comes finally comes through he just stares at it briefly. He knew that this was never meant to permanent, she had needed help and he had been there to provide it. It was cut and dry and simple in the regard and he wasn't about to stand in her way. But quitting the dojo? That was a cut that he hadn't quite been expecting. He'd have to crack a beer after he was done with that one.
By the time he wakes up again he hears working on packing and he gets up to start working on scrounging up something for breakfast. He sees her eyes look to him but he glances down toward the ground and misses the glance at the punching bag. He doesn't know what she's seen and frankly he didn't consider that any of her business. That matter was closed as far he was concerned (And wrong he was).
The training weight falls and comes his way and he shifts down to pick it up before it hits him. He's still tired and a little unfocused himself so as he reaches down it rolls over his fingers and he winces from a brief sting of pain.]
Augh- Fucking white belt.
[He seethes briefly before he picks up the weight and carries it over to Sayo.]
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Date: 2022-07-11 12:51 am (UTC)[The response is automatic, as is the small bow as she carefully takes the weight and fumbles it into her boxes again. It might remind him of those early days, when she was still "Shannon," at the Clockhouse, when the witchy grins and easy confidence that she brought to bear during lessons had only been glimpses of the face behind the mask.
She pauses, realizing what she just said, and her shoulders slump.]'
Lawrence-...san, I mean. [There's a finality in that correction as she closes the box and fishes out some packing tape, silently sealing it up. Regret weighs heavy on her. Is this really right, after all that Johnny has done for her? Shouldn't she be trying to talk with him, to make him see how awful the thing she'd done was?
But all of those words, the casual gestures, the venom that he hadn't even noticed was dripping from his mouth come back to her, and she steels her resolve once again.]
I left some extra beer in the back of the fridge. It's not Coors Banquet, but... I did my best to find something I thought you'd like. Nothing fancy, rest assured, [she says after a moment.] Think of it as, um. A going-away present.