You're seventeen years old and you're the Avatar. You're strong. You're muscular but you're still slender; you're body nips in at the waist before your hips flare out, belly flat and hard.

You're not all that tall, but you're fast. You've always bested your enemies. You're powerful and maybe a little overconfident and quick to jump into a fight, but you've got the talent to back up your words.

You waited on that island for Amon long after he didn't show up. You were prepared to never admit out loud to anyone about how relieved you were about this. Maybe this masked man was a coward, or maybe, just maybe, he was scared of facing you. That made you feel a little bit better.

Suddenly your feet are being yanked from out beneath you and you try and fight but you're outnumbered.

His hand is cold like ice and his mask can't hide the contempt or the hate in his eyes.

You've never been so scared in all your life.

He is going to take away your bending and subsequently rip apart your soul. You're rashness has gotten you into trouble for the last time.

Then he lets you go.

The next day you're feeling depressed and you don't come out of your room until it's time for dinner.

You can still feel Amon's touch, but you can also remember Asami's delicate hand as it curved along Mako's arm. You remember holding onto his arm. It was lean but strong and you had moved a little closer, liking the feel of him a little more than you'd care to admit.

You know you should be worried over other things, but at the same time you're still a seventeen year old girl.

You drag yourself to Fire Ferret practice two days after the incident with Amon. Partly because you know you need to get out of your room and partly because you missed the two brothers that seem to complicate your life so effortlessly.

The moment you walk into the training area you are crushed in Bolin's embrace. You're lifted a bit off the ground due to his enthusiasm. He finally steps back but keeps an arm around you, leading you over to where his brother is standing.

"We heard about what happened on the radio," Bolin explains, the arm around your shoulder tightening. You look up at him and his big green eyes are wide with what can only be worry. You're overwhelmed with affection for him and you lean a bit into his side. You're not sure what that could be implying. You'll have to think over it later.

"Are you okay?"

You look up at Mako's question. His arms are crossed and he has his usual stern expression on his face. But his eyes… They watch you like a hawk, like you might burst into tears at any moment, like you need to be looked out for. Not like how a boy would watch over a helpless girl, but like how a friend would watch after his friend.

He cares. You hate that he cares.

"Fine," you say, keeping your voice light like your encounter with Amon wasn't any skin off your back. You cannot show fear. You cannot show weakness. Especially not in front of him. And then, just because you can, you say, "How was your date with Asami?"

His head jerks back slightly and there is tension in his jaw and irritation in his golden gaze. "Fine," he spits out between gritted teeth and you've accomplished your mission, although you're unsure what your mission even was.

Mako turns his back on you and Bolin. You can see how stiff his upper body is as he walks away. "Let's start training then," he calls, voice sharp. He doesn't bother to look at you from over his shoulder.

You sigh, feeling emotionally drained.

Bolin nudges you. "We can skip a day, Korra, if you're not feeling up to training today. We could go get dumplings," he offers and you smile. You're lucky to have someone like him by your side.

"That's okay," you say, tilting your smile up at him. "I think getting back into routine would be good."

Bolin nods and his arm slips reluctantly from your shoulders. You start practicing your earthbending, moving your fists and arms in the new technique that Bolin showed you.

You catch him watching you out of the corner of his eye before he returns to his firebending. You decide to ignore him.

What does it matter anyway?

A/N:

Just a place for me to drabble away my Korra feelings. Everything is subject to change, the main pairing, the rating (heh), the genre, etc.

So yeah. Tell me your thoughts!