I leaned back in my chair sighing, this bedroom was hot, since when did Japan turn into a desert!? Korra wiped the sweat from her fore-head, her spaghetti strap singlet sticking to her body like a second skin. Her Floral pattern shorts rolled up to above her knees. She sighed looking around the room. 'I wonder when my new supposed 'roommate' will be here.' She rolled her eyes at the thought. Korra was an exchange student from America, her parents basically forced her to go, and she begged and begged on her knees for days… but it was no use. She packed her bags and arrived in Japan the next morning, feeling a little nauseous from the trip. Her stomach churned, 'Best not think of the plane trip.' She sweat-dropped... Oh how she hated planes! Anyway... She had to share this apartment with her 'roommate.' One that could show her around Japan, and help her learn the Japanese language itself.
There was a knock on the door, Korra blinked and sat up, getting up and wiping invisible dust from her torso, her messy ponytail sticking to her shoulder with sweat, she stretched her limbs and walked over to the door. 'Is this them?' she thought, feeling a little excited at the appearance of her new roommate. Was she pretty!? Oh-oh or was she tall? Or short? Or-or! The estimations were endless! Until she opened the door that is… She blinked and gaped at the figure before her, oh no… this 'she' was a 'HE!' she stepped back a bit, closing her gaping mouth as she did.
"U-uh.. are you my new roommate?" she asked, being cautious as to whether trust this man.
The man before her rolled his eyes, "Yeah… and you are?"
Korra scowled, straightening her stance and extending her hand.
"The name's Korra, I'm the exchange student from America?"
The boy stared at her hand, a scowl apparent on his face.
'Jerk…' She thought as she cleared her throat and brought her hand back to her side, placing one hand on her hip.
"So… I introduced myself… now you."
The boy before her sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"Kurosaki Ichigo."
'Interesting name… and oh wow…' Korra took her time to inspect his body, his hair especially strange, it was bright orange! And he didn't look half that bad either, oh how this would be fun…
"Nice to meet you… Kurosaki." Korra grinned and punched his shoulder playfully,
"I'm sure we'll get along just fine…" Korra added, feeling confident, although the carrot-top before her felt much different, as he scowled and huffed.
'What a pest…' he thought as he rubbed his temples.
Korra sat on her desk chair, swirling around in it, as Ichigo packed away his stuff. Everything was peaceful, that is… until Korra started asking questions…
"What food is there in Japan!? Do they have Water-tribe Noodles?"
"What!?"
"Oh-oh! Or do they have seal blubber!"
"What the hell are you talking about!?" Ichigo groaned and turned around, sitting on the bed.
"You know? Food?" Korra scoffed as she folded her arms across her chest.
Ichigo sweat-dropped as he face-palmed. 'This girl is Hopeless…'
"Yes, Japan has food… but can't we worry about that later? I'm busy!" Ichigo used his knees as support as he pushed himself up, unzipping his bag and pulling out more clothes."
Korra pouted, a frown appearing on her features.
"Kurosakiiiii~ take me to get something to eat! I'm starving…" Her stomach growling to prove her point. She placed her hand to her stomach and rolled her head back. "C'mooooooon-"
His eyebrows twitched as he slammed his clothes down onto his bed. "Alright! Just shut up will ya!?~"
Korra snapped her eyes open, scowling and lifting her head up enough to gaze into his furious looking eyes, he was obviously irritated, she smirked. "Why don't you make me? Carrot-top? Or are you too afraid to hit a girl?"
His hands clenched into fists, his bottom jaw clenching. He growled quietly, curling his toes in his shoes. "Don't call me that!"
"Why not? It suits you…" She patted his cheek, "Calm down… it's not that bad-"
"It is!" He interrupted, his face flushed from anger, for one thing that he knew for sure was…
He absolutely didn't like this girl…