[korra and asami at university, or: asami is a little bit of a lonely genius and korra is a bad ass soccer player, and sometimes terrible things happen, but they’re really very in love with each other.
chapter 11, or: sometimes thinking about the future isn’t so bad. // ao3.]
we were in screaming color (baby, like we stood a chance)
twenty stitches in a hospital room / when you started crying baby, i did too / but when the sun came up i was looking at you / & i remember thinking / are we out of the woods yet? —taylor swift, ‘out of the woods’
You turn away from the game for a second—Leticia is sitting down in the middle of the field picking dandelions, but Anmol is kicking ass today, so you figure they balance each other out at the moment, and, plus, they’re eight year old girls and no one even keeps score—to look over at Asami.
You’ve taken a little time this spring to volunteer at the local community center and coach a little team, and it’s been super. You get to jog around a little bit sometimes and you’re careful with your knee, but you get to be around soccer other than just training with your teammates, and, besides, you have the time, because they practice once a week on Wednesday evenings and then have short games on Saturday mornings. Asami—for all of her natural grace and athleticism, as it turns out, cannot play soccer to save her life, and when you’d tried to teach her one morning in November you’d ended up on the field laughing really hard, tugging her down to kiss you.