Cosmic Ice

Return of the Red Giants

"Fucking idiot. Two days left and she didn't even take any pictures" Korra grumbled walking up to her house's front door. She reached to the keypad put in the code before noticing the digital card was blue, meaning someone had already entered it in. "What the..." she whispered under her breath in a growing confusion. She pressed the reset button incase it was an error, and it still remained blue. Korra paused just staring at the keypad, if she had forgotten to lock the door it would've been red but this meant someone actually walked to the front patio and typed in the right password. And they were still inside otherwise it would've turned orange without retyping it upon exit.

Korra walked closer to the door to try and hear anything, why didn't she just walk inside? Because if there were any intruders it would mean she'd be trapped inside with them. There were no alarming noises, only the faint sound of a tv playing something and someone chopping on a cutting board. She furrowed her brows in even more perplexity, after taking a step back from the door a loud rushing wind blew past her and her skin prickled with goosebumps, "Ugh fuck it" she sighed and entered in the code getting that familiar beep sound.

Korra walked inside the house, as soon as she opened the door Naga came in an instant. The big dog lunged on her, "Hey girl" she said in a puppy voice before Naga licked her face repetitively, "Alright, that's enough-- c'mon get off of..." the smell of blueberry blast hair conditioner hit her nose emitted from Naga's fur. "Who washed y-" "Honey, you're home!" Senna exclaimed with a big smile walking up to them, she was holding a bowl of mussels. Korra's smile dropped at the appearance.

"Oh...you're home too" She mumbled still processing it. Senna hummed joyfully, "Your dad and I did say we'd be back, didn't we?" she asked. Korra paused for a moment then stood up and brushed off her shirt that had been sprinkled with some of Naga's fur. "How was I supposed to believe you?" she scoffed fixing her hair, Senna's brows knitted upon the clearer view of Korra, she had a bandage that looked like someone threw up a bushel of strawberries all over it as decoration on her nose and a plain bandage just under her eyes along with her arm in a sling. Senna placed the bowl of mussels down on the key table before pulling her into a hug, "Sweetheart, what happened?" she was careful not to touch the injured arm.

Korra tensed for barely even half a second, "Nothing", Senna sighed, "Clearly it's not nothing, you're practically swimming in injuries-- are you being bullied?" she gasped with widened eyes whilst pulling away to look hers. Korra's brows frowned in disbelief, that was a very unprecedented question. "No... that's so... not-- no- it's just no, I'm not being bullied" "So you got all these by yourself then?"

..."Hey asshole!" he exclaimed as he shoved her shoulder
"That's my name, don't wear it the fuck out..." Korra turned around lazily to see who was bothering her before she suddenly saw an ice-skate hit her face...

...Suddenly the white ice was beginning to taint deep red from blood dripping from her face...

..."Whose dyi-" A voice asked and Opal defensively swung her fist.

The blow landed on their jaw stunning them to the ground.
"Shit.." They groaned cupping their mouth.

Opal's jaw dropped and her eyes widened in realization that she'd just hit Korra, "Oh fuck- I'm so sorry!" she said crouching down to try and help...

..."Mm-mm you need to learn to keep your teammates' cocks out of your as-" Iroh quickly and forcefully swung his fist at Korra perfectly aiming at her nose. The impact was loud with the force behind it causing her to hit her head on the locker behind slightly...

...Korra moved her head slightly back in disgust, "You have dick breath. Brush your teeth with the other white liquid okay?" she poked, Iroh slammed her into the locker behind causing her to cough...


 ...Iroh genuinely felt his face burn in rage, he let go of the jersey but swung at her abdomen getting a wheeze, "*cough* shit I think I deserve a...little effort?" Korra groaned now slumping over on the ground...


...Iroh withdrew his leg to prepare for a heavy kick but Korra powerfully clenched onto behind his kneecap causing him to lose balance and fall slamming his jaw onto her shoulder biting his tongue in the process...

"Yeah, I was trying to cook" Korra shrugged not at all convincing her worried mom. "Now you're lying to me, I know you can cook" Senna held onto the sides of Korra's face examining more closely, "You're not this good with medical aid though. Who patched you up?" she asked. "The nurse?" Korra retorted wanting to get this interaction over with already. Senna raised a brow, "I'm talking about your nose. It's way more professionally done" she mumbled in awe as she admired the flawless work.

Korra paused for a second and her face immediately burned up intensely at the memory of when it was being cared to. She didn't remember too much, since she was sleepy and high, but she did however remember Asami being on top of her. She remembered the Sato being very gentle with her and the softness of her warm pale hand grazing her cheek unsubconsiously whilst she would be reading instructions on her phone in between moments. Or how fast her heart was beating whenever Asami would lean in closer to see what she was doing, or the cute worried stuff she would do when Korra seethed.

Korra seethed a lot on purpose most times even when the medication wasn't stinging, just so she could feel Asami stroke her head as one of the worried comforters she did. As said before, the hockey player felt mostly appalled or sensitively freaked out when someone would touch her, but with Asami, it felt more of a natural thing to be held by her. Korra felt comforted and safe, she would feel like melting those few times that day. 

And maybe it was the medication but , she couldn't stop thinking about that moment.
Korra couldn't stop thinking about Asami. When she held her hand in the morning that same melting feeling raised a subtle flush that thankfully for her, went unnoticed. The hand holding wasn't the only thing that caused her to blush, also just the way Asami looked from top to bottom, she's always worn excruciatingly pretty clothes that amplified her already evident beauty. But that morning Korra had to fight demons to keep her eyes up, there were a few times during the day when she'd maybe... sometimes looked.

Of course not more than two times- Korra was a respectful fruit. But Asami Sato was just so fucking intoxicating, she looked like a billion dollars, more than a billion. Which made sense she was literally the third richest person in the world with the first two being her father and mother, but that's not what made her so perfect to Korra, it's just her. Her whole personality without that surname and all the other shit,

She's pretty-
No, beautiful, she's beautiful- no, not beautiful, she's empyreal.
And it doesn't help that she's just so damn kind... when I'm not annoying her
When I am though, and she starts winning, she does this smile

Korra couldn't help a small smile that crept up on her as she remembered Asami's. The smile, more so ear to ear smirk, was the most annoying thing in the moment to her. But undeniably attractive to think back on. Today she wanted to just wipe that smile right off of her, in what way? Doesn't matter, to Korra it was only an intrusive thought. 

Maybe reoccurring ever since the sleepover, but still intrusive. Just the thought of seeing what flavour Asami's lipstick was, platonically of course. 

Another thing about her is how caring she is, going out of her way for stupid shit that wasn't even her fault. How can someone be so... so, so... so perfect?

...If she wasn't straight-
Actually, I don't think I'd have feelings for her. I don't now so, I probably wouldn't then either. Not that there's gonna be a 'then', she's definitely straight.
I just think she's so pretty, and smart, and sometimes not annoying,
and kind, and caring, and super duper nerdy...

which is cute... when she blushes it's also cute,
and when she just talks, that's cute.  Cause her voice is just... something I like hearing
She's cute when she talks,
or when she's not talking, and just sitting there looking like everything more than amazing

I don't like her of course.
She's just-

"-Korra?" Senna tapped her cheek snapping her daughter out of whatever thinking state she'd just gone into. "Oh, uh, what were you saying?" Korra stammered recollecting herself earning a suspicious look, "I've been calling your name for way more than three whole minutes, what's going on with you?" Senna asked. Korra scoffed, "I don't really think you're around too much to be asking questions like that as if you know me" she removed Senna's hand and walked past her to head up the stairs.