Kai had a love/hate relationship with the wingsuits.

He loved how empowered he felt whenever he was wore his. He could fly. He could jump of the tallest cliff and float lightly to the ground. Sometimes he liked to see how long he could dive before opening his wings. The thrill of soaring was unlike anything else. Way better than the thrill of pickpocketing, he thought. There was nothing like the feel of air everywhere, being so in tune with it, so powerful. The wingsuits were far more flexible than the old glider staffs. When he first tried his, he spent hours just flying around, pushing the limits of what he could do. He developed all sorts of acrobatics: twists and turns and flips. Jinora accused him of showing off, but he genuinely just enjoyed the rush that flying in the suits provided. Well ok, if it impressed Jinora that didn't hurt, but he swore that wasn't his original intention.

Kai hated how uncomfortable the wingsuits were. When he was gliding it didn't bother him so much, but sitting around was sometimes unbearable. The collar came up to high and felt tight around his neck. On bright sunny days, the suits trapped all the heart and he sweated like crazy. Worst of all the fabric was rubbery and tight, like really, really tight. He knew that they were more aerodynamic or whatever, but sometimes they chaffed his skin.

Kai loved how Jinora looked in her wingsuit. The first time he saw her trying on the prototype, he could barely form a coherent thought, and the problem only got worse as they got older. The design was essentially the same for guys and girls, but he swore it was way more flattering on the girls, well at least Jinora. The tight fabric clung to her body. It accentuated every curve, which only became more pronounced with time. His girlfriend was gorgeous, and he was the luckiest guy in the world.

Kai hated how distracting Jinora looked in her wingsuit. He could stare at her for hours and never be less in awe of her beauty. Of course, getting caught staring was embarrassing to say the least. And sometimes he would look at her when he should be thinking about other things. Like flying. Like not crashing into a tree. He hated having to explain to Tenzin why he, a perfectly capable and able-bodied Airbender, flew into a tree. He hated how distracting the wingsuits were, but even more he hated that he wasn't the only one who noticed. He had caught other guys leering at Jinora and he wanted to bunch them in the face. How dare they objectify her like that?, he though. Never mind that he was also looking at her like that, he couldn't help it. Damn those wingsuits.

Kai loved how the wingsuits showed off his muscles. Maybe that was arrogant of him to think, but he couldn't help but feel a little proud when he saw himself in the mirror. He wasn't a rock like Bolin or anything, but he certainly wasn't a scrawny kid anymore. Between having consistent filling meals (and second and thirds), the hard work of air bending, and, well, puberty, he'd changed. For a while, he had so many growths spurts so frequently, he had to get a new suit every few months. He wondered if Jinora noticed. She had teased him about his voice when it changed and remarked when he finally grew taller than her. Still he wondered if maybe, Jinora ever appreciated how he looked in his wingsuit. Sometimes when he was around her he would try to position himself so that his muscles were more apparent. He would flex his muscles whenever he could. Ok, so maybe he was a show off, but only because his girlfriend drove him crazy.

Kai hated that the wingsuits showed off everything. Like, mostly certain things. Like, inappropriate bodily reactions. Like when their kisses became a little more heated, and he got a little too excited. He realized quickly that any stiffness would be very apparent in the glider suits, which had put him in some uncomfortable and embarrassing situations. Clearly the designer of the suits didn't have pubescent boys in mind. Which meant all too often he found himself slowing things down and pushing Jinora away when all he wanted was to pull her closer and hold her tighter and kiss her harder. He hated the look of disappointment on Jinora's face, or sometimes she would even whimper, spirits what that did to him. He wanted to tell her that it was him not her. He wanted to reassure her and satisfy her. He wanted to tell her how much he hated the damn wingsuits.

Jinora had a love/hate relationship with the wingsuits.

She hated abandoning centuries of tradition. Airbenders had used glider staffs for centuries, and they'd been wearing traditional robes even longer. Sometimes she thought that the Airbenders she knew would be unrecognizable to the old Air Nomads, so many of their tradition had changed. A part of her felt like she had lost a connection with her grandfather and with the Airbenders that came before.
Jinora loved to see all the wingsuits together. There was something so empowering about seeing so many Airbenders in one place, and the common uniform heightened the excitement. She could remember them all working together to defend Republic City. Gathering on rooftops and swooping down to attack Kuvira's colossus from the sky. They were a force to be reckoned with. They could topple giants. They could create storms. They were a new Air Nation, based on the traditions of the past, but forging a new way in the modern world. She loved how the wingsuits represented that. They were a family. When she was born, she was one of only two Airbenders in the whole world. Then her siblings were born, and she was one of five, but it was still such a small group. It felt so isolating. But now she was part of something so much more. A group of people from all different backgrounds and walks of life joined together, to protect each other and to serve others, to learn and to grow. She loved being a part of the new Air Nation.

Jinora hated the way the wingsuits looked on her body. Maybe she didn't mind so much at first, but when her body began to change she felt like the suits highlighted every bit of her awkward, gangly, pubescent form. Even after her body evened out, she hated the way it clung to her. It made her hips look too wide, she thought, and the way the wings buttoned on made her breast looked weird. She felt like too much was display.

She loved the wingsuits when Kai was around. No matter how self-conscious she felt, he seemed to appreciate how she looked in the wingsuit. He always told her how beautiful she was, and she'd caught him staring a few times. Around him she didn't mind how form fitting it was. She sort of wanted to show off. Furthermore, she loved how he looked in his wingsuit. She loved that the fabric clung to his toned form. She loved to watch the movement of his muscular arms and broad shoulders, and the view from the back wasn't bad either.

Jinora hated how tempting Kai looked in his wingsuit. It wasn't enough to stare at his muscles; she wanted to feel their strength. She wanted to see more of his warm, brown skin. She wanted to unzip the front of his wingsuit and reveal his broad chest. When she pulled him close, she wanted to feel skin against skin, but she continued to rub up against the harsh fabric of the wingsuit. She hated whenever they had the chance to take things further, a moment of privacy in their hectic worlds, he would pull away. Whenever he pulled away she felt deserted, and well, unsatisfied. She felt like a tramp, who gave in to the temptations of the wingsuit. She felt confused. Did he not find her attractive? Did he not feel the same way she did? After years of holding hands and pecks on cheeks, didn't he want more?

Jinora loved taking the wingsuits off. After a long day of work the wingsuits would be sweaty and sticky. It always felt refreshing to pull it off of her skin, a reward for a hard day of work well done. The feeling was even better, she realized, when her boyfriend pulled it off of her. She realized this one night after a long talk and an agreement. That night she learned Kai's touch on her skin was the best feeling she knew. She realized his abs were even better than she imagined. She remembered know matter how self-conscious she felt, she would always be beautiful to him.

Kai and Jinora had a love/hate relationship with their wingsuits, but they loved each other.