I DO NOT OWN BREAKING BAD OR COBRA KAI. SHOUTOUT TO MIMIMARGOT WHO SEEMS THE BE THE ONLY PERSON WHO GIVES A SHIT ABOUT THIS STORY.

Reseda apartment complex. Encino, California. Later that night.

When Aisha eventually arrived, she was horrified to find a broken and bleeding Jesse outside of the Diaz's front door.

"Holy shit Jesse...what happened?" Aisha asked fearfully as she ran over and helped him to his feet.

"Kyler Park and his bitch boys were shitting on Miguel...I guess I was collateral damage." Jesse stuttered as he leaned against Aisha while she helped him walk to her car.

"I have a 1st aid kit at home." She assured Jesse as she set him down into the seat and buckled him in. "Whatever you do, don't fall asleep; looks like you might have a concussion."

"If you say so...yo." He replied as he fought to keep conscious as it felt like what strength he had was drained from his body while Aisha quickly got out of Reseda and made a beeline for her house.

Robinson House. Encino, California. Later that evening.

Luckily for Aisha, her parents were out at a party with her father's old NFL buddies, so she had the house to herself. The last thing she wanted to do was have to explain to her folks why she felt compelled to play nurse to this dude she barely knew. Aisha slowly helped Jesse out of the car and then into the house and then up the stairs; 1 at a time. Jesse wanted to argue that he could manage on his own, but he would have been a damn liar and they both knew it.

Aisha first took Jesse into the bathroom to get his bloody costume off of him. His underwear was kept on for obvious reasons. He stood in the tub as she let the water run in him to wash off the blood stains. Aisha was worried that Jesse might have lost too much blood, but he assured her that it looked far worse then it probably was.

After what felt like over an hour and a half, Aisha finally got Jesse into her room and laid him on her bed as gently as she could. Jesse laid down as Aisha began checking his head to see if he had a concussion or not.

"Well...it doesn't seem like you for concussed, you're just going to have some bumps." Aisha said as Jesse was finally able to rest.

"Thank God...I'm going to take a nap, now that I don't have to worry about dying in my sleep, yo; getting your ass beat by a bunch of loser bitches takes a lot out of you." Jesse replied as he curled up and zonked out within about 5 minutes. Aisha, having already removed her salt costume and slipped into her PJ's, sat on the floor; drinking a glass of water as she watched Jesse sleep his pain away.

She wanted him. There were no ifs, ands, or buts about it. Aisha Robinson had fallen for Jesse Pinkman and she had fallen hard; and why wouldn't she fall for him? He was the first cute guy who had ever treated her with any kind of respect. Most guys at school just saw her as the dumpy fat chick; especially after that sick shit Yasmine and her bitches pulled at the Halloween dance. But Aisha knew the chances of Jesse wanting her were slim to none. Even if his crush on Sam had faded for taking part in the Cheeto pig prank, she was sure that Jesse would find another cute girl to make his girlfriend and any thoughts that he had of her would eventually fade from his mind.

Aisha sighed as she pulled out her sleeping bag and made herself comfortable next to the bed as she kept her eyes on the sleeping Pinkman boy. Wanting a guy that you knew you couldn't have was painful as fuck.

Robinson House. Encino, California. The next morning.

When Jesse woke up the following morning, his body hurt like Hell. He slowly sat up as he saw that he was in only his underwear. He looked around for his clothes, but didn't see them. After a few moments of wondering where he was, Jesse remembered that Aisha had brought him back to her place after Mrs. Diaz had kicked Sensei Lawrence out of her apartment.

As Jesse limped out of bed, Aisha walked in with his now clean clothes and a plate of Eggo waffles that made the Pinkman boy's mouth water.

"I thought you might be hungry." Aisha said as she laid the clothes and waffles on the bed.

"For sure, thank you." Jesse said as he began to dig into the syrup drenched waffles

"So...is Miguel going to be OK?" She asked as Jesse finished eating his waffles in record time.

"I got no fucking idea. All I know is that his mom is definitely not a fan of Cobra Kai." He said as he licked the plate clean and moved to put on his costume.

"I was...actually thinking of joining up. Do you think the sensei would take girls?" Aisha asked as Jesse heaved a sigh.

"It doesn't matter anymore yo...Sensei Lawrence said he's done with the dojo. So there's nothing for you or I to join." Jesse answered as Aisha looked crestfallen.

"Oh...just as well. It was probably a stupid idea anyway." Aisha shrugged as Jesse took her hand.

"Aisha, you don't need a karate dojo to teach those punk ass bitches a lesson. You're bigger they they are, just show those guppies why you don't fuck with the big fish." Jesse encouraged Aisha, earning a shy smile and a hug in return.

"Thanks Jesse." Aisha whispered as she knew that hug was the closet she'd ever get to him.

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