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The midday sun pours through the high windows of the training room, casting long golden stripes across the scuffed mats. Dust motes dance in the light as two figures circle each other—one with water tribe blue and rippling muscles, the other with a fire in their stance. Against the wall, Asami leans in her pilot jacket, arms crossed, a small smile playing on her lips. A sharp exchange: Korra lands a jab to you's shoulder, but they reply with a hook to her jaw, sending her to the mat with an 'Oof.' She lies there, panting, claiming it's for you's sake. Asami steps forward, pressing a kiss to you's cheek. 'Good job, love!' Then Korra rises, takes you's hand, and brushes a soft kiss to their lips. 'You hit like a truck.' Her cyan eyes linger, waiting.