"Miguel, I'm so, so sorry," Sam apologized. He chuckled softly as she tended to the gash across his temple.

Sensei Lawrence had paired Miguel with Sam during karate practice that day, despite Mr. LaRusso's refusals. But when Sam confidently agreed, her father eased a little.

"I'll go easy on you," Miguel smirked, getting into his fighting stance.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," she responded plainly, smirking back. Miguel raised his eyebrows, and almost as soon Johnny had yelled for them to start, she swung her leg out, aiming for his chest, but instead, kicked him across the face. He was down in seconds, groaning while Sam stood frozen with her jaw dropped. The rest of the class was just as shocked as she was, and a few moments passed until Daniel suggested they take five.

She immediately took him to her room, letting him lay on her bed as she grabbed the first aid kit. Miguel couldn't help but smile as he watched her frantically try and get the cleaning solution together, as his face bled onto a paper towel. Once she got the materials together, she moved to sit next to him and started tending the gash.

She hadn't spoken a word to him as she worked on his cheek, guilt holding captive of her voice. All the while, Miguel simply watched her, admiration in his eyes.

"I'd probably hate me if I were you," she finally spoke.

"Hate you?" he repeated. "Never." She sighed as she met his gaze, a faint smile on his lips.

"I'm really sorry, Miguel," she apologized. "I meant to hit your chest. And not that hard." He chuckled in response.

"It's alright," he assured her. "What's a dojo without a little blood sometimes?"

"Not at Miyagi-Do," she responded, and he rolled his eyes playfully. As she continued to dab at his wound with the gauge, he flinched suddenly, and her eyes widened.

"Sorry," she whispered. "Does that hurt?"

"No, it's okay," he responded. "It's not that bad." She paused, knowing better from the strain in his voice, before going back into the kit and taking out a bandage.

"I feel awful, Miguel."

"Sam, it's okay," he laughed at her. "I should've saw it coming, anyway. You did warn me." She shook her head. Her expression remained distraught, and he tried to think of something to say to put her at ease, because he honestly didn't think it was a big deal. He'd been in his fair share of fights, and this didn't even come close to the worst of it.

But it'd probably still leave a mark for a while.

"Aren't you the one that said scars look tough?" he asked her then. She looked at him, pressing her lips together in a faint smile.

"Not as tough as mine."

"Oh yeah, not even close." Sam smiled in response as she finished up, sealing the bandage across his temple.

"At least now it won't get infected, so hopefully it heals sooner rather than later," she spoke.

"Ah, yes, thank you, nurse...?" he started.

She laughed. "Samantha."

"Samantha? That's my girlfriend's name," he joked. She shook her head, a grin on her face, until she looked at the bandage on his cheek and felt guilty all over again.

"Miguel, I know I said this already but I really am sor-"

"Will you stop? I promise I don't even care, Sam. You could do it again and I still wouldn't care. 'Cause I know you didn't mean it." She watched him nervously, biting her lower lip. The truth was, the guilt she was feeling wasn't just from the accident at the dojo. She'd been feeling guilty for a long time now, about letting her rivalry with Tory get to where it did, being the reason behind the start of the school fight, letting Miguel get in the middle of it. In her mind, it all came down to her and her poor choices. And she knew she couldn't take all the blame, knowing Tory's tendencies and the current state of Cobra Kai. But that didn't erase her involvement in the feud, despite being unintentional.

She didn't want to get into it right then, yet she knew she'd have to have this conversation with him at some point.

But instead for now, she leaned forward, pressing her lips tenderly against the spot by his temple. She lingered for a moment longer before backing away just enough to nervously meet his eyes that were on her. She parted her lips to say something, but she couldn't find the words.

Thankfully, it didn't matter, because he reached forward to collide his lips with hers.

He leaned back onto the pillow, pulling her with him. She moved from her sitting position to hover above him, placing her hands around his neck while his slowly raised to grab hold of her waist. He moved his left hand to her back, holding her as he turned to be above her instead, barely breaking their kiss while doing so. She gasped slightly at the sudden contact between her back and the mattress, reaching up to gently grab his face. She was careful to avoid the bandaged spot on his temple, just barely grazing over it with her thumb. She felt him smile against her mouth then before parting to meet her again, kissing her feverishly, and she brought her hands up to tousle his hair.

"Are you guys almost- oh my God-"

The sound of Mr. LaRusso's voice jerked them apart, enough for Miguel to fall off the bed. He landed with a thud and he groaned at the contact immediately after, while Sam remained frozen in embarrassment on her bed.

"Dad!"

"Sorry, again," he stuttered, "I'm sorry, just- hurry back, will you? That's enough of that."

"Dad, please-"

"Right, yeah, leaving-" and he hastily left, making sure to leave the door open. Sam pressed her fingers to her forehead in embarrassment as Miguel cleared his throat.

"Dude," he chuckled, getting up from the floor. "Your dad's timing is-"

"I know."