This might possibly be the most embarrassing thing Mako has ever had to do.

Of all the people his laundry could have gotten missed up with, it had to be her.

He doesn't know her name, but he sees her almost every week at the laundromat. She is kind of hard to miss. She likes bright colors, lots of blue. He's pretty sure she is a college student, like he is—or at least he would be, if he hadn't needed to take this semester off to earn some money.

She possesses a certain swagger. She isn't putting on a show, just sure of herself. Once or twice, they've talked. Chatting in line to get soap or asking about to use a machine next.

That is exactly what landed him in this predicament. Last week, he used one of the washing machines right after her. As in putting his clothes in as soon as she took hers out. He didn't thought much of it then. It went like all of their conversations went.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," she replied, flashing him a big grin. She smiled like that at everyone. He liked that about her. Whoever she was, she had never met a stranger.

"Are you done with that? Or do you have another load?"

"Nope," she said, pulling the last of her clothes from the back of the washer. "All yours."

Mako had thrown his clothes in without looking, dumping the soap up top and inserting his coins. Then he picked a seat and pulled out his book, trying not to watch her as she did the same with a textbook. Her clothes were dried and folded and she was long gone by the time he was folding his clothes, only to find a pair of women's underwear. Thankfully, not the sexy kind. Just an average pair of briefs with wide blue stripes.

Mako had blushed, looking around the laundromat to see if anyone noticed. No one was paying him any attention, so he slipped the underwear under a pair of his boxers and went home, not entirely sure what to do.

He spent the week wondering what the hell he was going to do. Would she notice that they were gone? They were obviously of no use to him, no one would blame him for getting rid of them, but tossing them didn't quite feel right. Not when he knew who they belonged to. So he kept them, dreading what would happen if his brother found them.

Bolin would never let him live that down.

So here he was and she just walked into the laundromat. Mako had almost convinced himself that she wasn't going to show this week, but there she was. Avoiding looking at her, Mako finished folding his clothes. Very aware that when he was done there would be no more excuse to go talk to her.

He had imagined introducing himself to this girl a hundred times. Just not like this.

She'd just switched her clothes from a washer to a dryer and was sorting through her second load of clothes when Mako picked up his basket and approached her.

"Hey," he said. "You were using the machine before me last week, right?"

The girl glanced up at him, a bra in her hand.

If Mako hadn't been red already, he knew he was glowing now.

"Oh, sorry," she said, tossing it aside to where she already had couple bras piled up. "I'm always so bad pulling these out ahead of time."

"Um, sure," Mako said. "Look, I think these are yours." He fished the striped underpants from his basket and held them out to her.

The girl raised an eyebrow. "Well, they definitely aren't yours." She grinned as she took them from him. "I don't think blue is really your color. Thanks."

"No problem," he said. Still feeling like an overbaked potato, Mako turned away. That definitely was the most embarrassing thing he'd ever done.

"I'm Korra, by the way."

He found her standing right behind him, one hand on her hip, the other extended towards him. Shifting his basket, he took it, giving it one business-like pump.

"Oh, um, Mako."

"Oh, I know who you are."

"You do?"

"Yeah, your brother's on the football team. I've seen you at games."

"You know Bolin?"

"Yeah," she said, going back to sorting her laundry. "I cheer."

"Okay," he replied. How had he missed her? He was sure if she'd been with the rest of the cheer squad, he would noticed. "I must have missed you."

"No worries." Korra—he was so glad to finally have a name to attach to her—stuffed the bras into a mesh bag and threw them in her basket. "I'm a transfer. Still working my way up the pecking order. They don't use me much yet, unless they need someone lifted." She dropped the basket in front of a washer and flexed for him.

"I believe you," he said. "Well, see you around."

"Sure thing," she said, shoving her clothes in the machine. As he pushed the door open she called his name. "Don't be a stranger."

Biting back a smile, Mako nodded.

He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he spent half of Bolin's next game trying to see if she was in the group of cheerleaders. He found her at the half-time show, hoisting a much shorter girl into the air. She made it look like the girl weighed less than a feather.

The game had started up again when someone sat in the empty seat next to him.

"Damn, your brother gets you some good seats," she said.

"What are you doing here?"

"Oh, they're done with me for today. Thought I'd see what the game looks like from up here." Korra grinned at him. Leaning back two guys collided on the field with a heavy crunch. One of the refs blew his whistle, pulling out a flag. "Oh, come on," she yelled. "They were just being friendly."

Mako laughed and shook his head. This chick was crazy.

He kind of liked it.

I know, I know. I said I'd keep writing. And I didn't. Anyways, this is one of the ones I wrote before the Makorrapocalypse and since it's been a year since, I thought I should post something in honor of us surviving this year. I don't know if any of the other stuff I wrote for this will ever get edited. Kind of lost my motivation to work in this world. But if you want to get into Once Upon a Time and Captain Swan, I've got you there for at least another year and a half (I think they're pretty confident about a sixth season) before I end up moving on.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy it. I have missed these two, it was nice to work with them for a little while again. In case you hadn't noticed, this is a part of the college AU I made up in Kiss Me (Chapter Ten). Thought I'd give you a look at how it all started. Enjoy!