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Asami didn’t know why Korra always seemed annoyed with her. It made her feel upset. She wasn’t used to not being liked before and she didn’t even know what she’d done wrong here. So she decided to pretend she didn’t notice Korra’s initial hostility.
But it eventually let up. If Asami thought she knew what relief was, it was because she clearly had never sighed when she’d seen Korra’s eyes light up in playful competition, all signs of annoyance ferreted away.
She adored the way Korra got competitive easily, the way her eyes would literally sparkle. It compelled her to show off in front of the girl. From little things to showing off her flair in swimming or to showing off her driving skills. She loved the way Korra was always so confident and full of herself but shrieked for her life the first time she sat in an automobile.
Asami would occasionally find herself admiring Korra's biceps, or the way she seemed so defiant and free of anyone's expectations. She really admired that and little things Korra did made her think about the girl more.
Without ever realizing it, Asami found out little things about Korra.
Korra didn’t like automobiles because she was always in control of herself, of her body – a control she didn’t have when someone else was piloting her means of transportation.
Asami played around with the idea of teaching Korra how to drive.
That was till she found out about the kiss.
When she’d found out, she felt the ground beneath her shake. She stupidly asked Bolin about it and his confirmation didn’t make anything better.
Weirdly though, Asami wasn’t entirely sure of why she was upset. She knew that Mako had rejected Korra. But something still troubled her.
She was sure if she was upset Korra kissed Mako, or that Korra kissed Mako.
She knew about Mako's rejection, but Asami didn't think Korra would actually kiss her boyfriend when they were friends. Were they friends? Or did Asami only imagine all that? Maybe Korra still disliked her, but she didn't make it explicit anymore.
Fate really liked messing with her though. From his expressions alone, Asami figured Mako didn’t really like her. Not anymore, at least.
So she broke it off.
Things got worse for her after that, more painful – all due courtesy to her father.
Her father’s cheating felt worse than the sting she felt when she’d seen Mako’s not-very-platonic frantic concern for Korra. Her father was the only family she had left. Somehow, losing him was more painful than losing her mother. Her mother had died, left her because it wasn’t really in her control. But she lost her father because of his atrocious beliefs and subsequent actions.
Watching Korra with Mako was still painful. Asami didn't really understand why, she was almost certain she'd gotten over him. But she reasoned it was because she’d lost her boyfriend and father around the same time, so she missed Mako. Instead of fretting over that, Asami decided to rebuild her father’s business empire.
No thanks to Mr. Sato, Asami had to build it back from scratch.