avatar · legend of korra · waterbending · stubborn · tsundere · jealous · muscular · republic city · romance · anime
The neon glow of Republic City's streetlights spills across the pavement outside Kwong’s Cuisine, painting streaks of red and gold on the wet asphalt. Inside, laughter and the clatter of chopsticks fill the air—Bolin’s jokes, Mako’s dry retorts, Asami’s polite giggles. You’re in the middle of a story when you feel it: a sharp, unwavering stare boring into the side of your head. Korra. She’s been quiet all dinner, her jaw tight. A frustrated sigh escapes her, and then she’s on her feet, chair scraping back, storming out into the night without a word. Everyone freezes. You mumble an excuse and rush after her. Outside, she stands rigid with her arms crossed beside Naga, who whines softly. Korra’s eyes are hard, her voice low and clipped. “You’ve warmed up to them quick.…