The rhythmic catch and release of the tennis ball in Korra’s hands anchored Asami to the present. All day, she had been hopelessly lost in her own head evaluating her life that the moment she’d gotten home, she texted Korra to come over and bring her home. A second later, Korra burst into her room via shared balcony and tackled her in a hug.
It didn’t help.
Korra was actually the root of her problem. She could see how cute Korra looked laying on her floor as she threw the ball up in the air (up, down, up, down, up down), concentrating as hard as she could not to throw it too hard and smack the roof which would thoroughly upset Asami’s father.
Asami was in love with Korra. Her best friend. Since childhood.
“Sams,” Asami rolled her eyes at the nickname, “Bolin wanted me to go to this party tonight, some college house. Would you maybe want to go with me?” Korra asked. She had sat up in order to look her best friend in the eye. Something about the question felt deeper and Korra’s eyes were too hopeful.
“I’m sorry, I’ve sworn off drinking for a month. Remember last time?” She tried to make a joke, but it fell flat. Korra’s tense shoulders fell and her eyes were downcast.
“No, I remember. So I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” Asami nodded. She watched Korra leave, wary. Asami’s head felt foggy. Why did it feel like she missed something? Something big? Korra was just asking her to go to a party with her-
Korra never asked. It was expected and demanded that Asami tag along. And Korra only used that childish nickname when she was feeling particularly vulnerable. How did she miss it? Korra was asking her out (stupidly subtle, but that was Korra, obnoxious when she didn’t need to be, quiet when she did).
Asami tore out of her room towards the balcony just in time to see Korra turn the corner down the street. Ugh, now she had to run. It was tough to run through her house with all it’s tight corners and stupid rugs that slid under her feet, but she managed to get out and turn the same corner her best friend did.
“Korra!” she shouted the moment Korra’s back (her favorite) was in sight. The girl stopped and turned on her heel. Asami knew she looked ridiculous running down the street half in her pajamas, but vanity was out the window.
“Asami, what’s wro-”
“Yes. I’ll go with you, yes” Asami clutched strong shoulders to keep herself from falling over. “Also, I feel like I should clear the air and tell you I love you because it felt like that’s where this was going and I think we should just skip that awkward step” Korra beamed at her.
“I guess it’s good we’re on the same page. I love you too” Her face was beautiful, her cheeks rosy and her grin wide. Her eyes looked watery too.
“I mean, I kinda figured. You may be subtle, but no one else can read you like I can”
“I love it that way”