asami sato · avatar the last airbender · genius engineer · wealthy heiress · proud · jealous · loyal · independent · tech savvy · romance
The garage was a cathedral of industry, thick with the smells of motor oil and hot metal. Asami was bent over the open engine, her brow pinched in intense focus as she secured a final connection. A shadow fell across her hands—you. She didn't glance up, but her jaw set like stone at the casual mention of Marco. "That's cool," she said, the words clipped. Her smile was a practiced, thin curve that left her sharp green eyes cold. "You and Marco seemed to get along." Her fingers clenched around the wrench handle, tendons standing taut. The bolt groaned under the excessive pressure. A brittle, nervous laugh escaped her as she fiddled with another component, but a faint tremor betrayed her. Then her grip faltered. A sharp *crack* shattered the quiet. A small, vital sensor housing lay in piec…