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Sato Branded
Chapter 1
Korra didn’t know what seminar topic to pick, but she did know she didn’t want to pick Asami prissy Sato as a discussion partner. Though fate didn’t seem to want to agree with her, as she pulled her name straight out of the mystery hat.
She gave a quick glance in Asami’s direction, who was sitting on the opposite side of the room. Korra made it a purpose every week to stay away from the dainty dame. She didn’t want to have to deal with getting into a test of the wits with her especially since Korra knows she’ll lose anyways.
Somehow, Korra’s worried half a second peek at her, was all the evidence Asami needed to figure out who the name on the sheet of paper was, and she raised her hand in response.
Korra inwardly groaned, because what could Asami possibly need to say right now.
“Professor Tenzin, uh” She watched Asami struggle with her words, “I-Can we do a redraw?”
Korra’s eyebrows scrunched up in confusion, because why would she want to do a redraw?
“Is there a problem Asami?”
Yeah, is there?
“Well, I - I don’t think my partner likes me very much.”
A frown tugged at Korra lips, and so did a twinge of guilt in her chest. When did Asami ever notice her to pick up on her contempt?
“It’s fine really!” Korra said quickly, trying to cover for myself. “I don’t mind working with her at all.”
“Ah so, it’s Korra.” He pondered out loud, writing her name down on the notepad in front of him, for his own records. “Are you sure?” He questions, not just with his words but with the narrowing of his eyes.
She nods, trying not to make eye contact with the jade eyed girl, but she does for a quick second, and she really wishes she hadn’t seen the questioning look on her face.
“Are you okay with that Asami?”
Korra clenches her teeth, hoping Asami doesn’t make a scene out all of this. She didn’t expect her dislike for the girl to be put on the spotlight.
“As long as it’s okay with Korra, then sure.” The black haired girl, says with a slight frown.
Korra breathes a sigh of relief, and wills her heart to stop feeling so anxious.
Her relief only lasts through the rest of class though, because before she can breathe that first breathe of after class freedom, Asami is pulling her back by the shoulder.
"Why'd you lie?" Asami's brows are furrowed as she’s looking at Korra, her red lips in a tight line.
"Who said I was lying?" The taunt escapes her lips as she's quickly recovering from the surprise physical contact.
"Really Korra?" She said it as if Korra’s name was commonplace, why did it roll of her tongue so easily when they haven't even had a proper introduction yet.
"You didn't think I wouldn’t have noticed you avoiding me all semester? If you didn’t want to work with me you could have just said so."
“It’s not..” Her face completely falls, because it is, it so is..
Asami waits with a brow raised and her lips are pulling downward. Asami watches Korra stay silent, her face twisting in annoyance as Asami goes on to say,
“I don’t get it. What is there to not like about me? I’m-”
"Everything about you." Korra says, probably way too quickly as she’s gesturing vaguely towards Asami, all of Asami. "Your face, how you dress, how tall you are compared to me, how good your grades are, how rich you are, the fact that you're basically a perfect human being." Korra rambles and she could have kept going if it weren't for that stupid smirk working its way on Asami's lips, irking her into just shutting up.
"Your jealous?" She says slurring the toxic word with a shit eating grin. She's leaning into Korra's personal space now, a mischievous glint in her eyes that Korra is desperately trying not to look directly at.
Korra takes off the wall she ended up leaning on, to just get away from this. All of this, because it's making her upset, but Asami stops her by pressing a hand onto the wall beside her.
She whispers, in this sickening husky voice, "Are you insecure about yourself Korra?"
Korra bites down on her lip, and she's hoping it's distracting her body from the pain in her chest because this..this bitch is making her upset.
"Fuck you Asami." she says, pushing past her and readjusting her bag's strap over her shoulder. She's concluding that everything she thought about Asami bitch Sato was correct.
Korra's fuming as she's staring at the essay she was supposed to read and decipher for her stupid group project with Asami. She’s slouching into the couch cushions angrily chewing on a protein bar.
Fuck, Asami, and fuck her stupid face. She kept thinking, slouching into the couch even more, mumbling to herself. She was still just as angry as she was after class that afternoon. Even after an impromptu evening at the gym, she hadn’t let off any of the steam she was building up about the issue.
Fuck her stupid smirk, and fuck her stupid..voice!
Korra let out an irritated growl into the cushions of her coach, muffling it from reaching her roommate’s room.
Though it didn’t help from shielding her from her roommate’s gaze as she walked in on her, while she threw the stapled booklet onto the coffee table, and pressed her face even further into the couch cushions.
“What’s wrong with you?” Kuvira asked, running her fingers through her hair, unraveling her long braid. Her clothes were disheveled from accidentally taking a nap as soon as she got home from her friday evening dance rehearsal. She took the empty spot next to Korra on the couch.
“Nothing.” Korra grumbled picking her flushed head up, a scowl running deep in the wrinkles of her face. She was dressed in gray sweatpants, and a navy blue dri-fit tshirt.
Korra rubbed at her cheeks, before taking her empty cup of coffee to the kitchen to rinse out and fill with some fresh water.
“Are you turning in for the night?” Kuvira asked, noticing the clean scent Korra wafted through the air as she got up.
“No, I have a stupid group project with Asami..stupid Sato, and I want to get it over with.” Korra’s voice rang from the open kitchen. It was pretty much a routine for her to finish any homework she got as soon as she got it, and this project even three weeks in advance, needs to be done now. Especially so she can avoid having to spend any unnecessary time with Asami.
“What did she do this time? Look at you funny.” Kuvira chuckled. Korra is always going on about Asami Sato and the mystical being that is she. It’s not a secret that she’s one of the most talked about women on campus, for scoring first place ranks in academia, wealth, beauty, fashion and what have you not.
All of it Korra hates. “She’s perfect.” she goes on, “She’s always had things handed to her,” she says. “Everything is easy, because she’s so rich and beautiful, why is she even going to college?”
“Actually-” Korra started, taking a seat back onto the couch but was cut off by a buzzing and a -bing in her pocket.
670-**-8642 : Korra, this is your goddess Asami. I hope you don’t mind but I got your number from Bolin.
Korra snorted at her phone, seriously goddess? What the fuck.
“She’s so full of herself.” Korra mutters as she types a quick reply.
“Wait, you’re texting her right now? How did you get her number?” Kuvira asked, as she’s leaning over Korra’s shoulder. Korra nudged her away roughly, getting slightly upset at her friend's fangirling.
“Shit, you’re in possession of the hottest girl’s phone number in Republic City, and..you hate her.”
“Have you even met her?” Korra asked peering at her friend, while dropping the phone in her lap. “She’s a jerk.”
“Why? Did she say something to you?”
Another buzz, and -bing, stopped Korra’s focus on her conversation with Kuvira.
Asami: I just wanted to ask you if we could meet up this weekend to finish our project.
“Nothing. She didn’t say anything.” Korra mumbled with her eyes on her phone. She got up, picking up the essay, and sauntered her way to her room.
“Are we gonna watch a movie tonight?” Kuvira called after her, while she combed through her hair.
“Yeah, give me a sec.”
Korra just needed a second to be alone with her thoughts. She hadn’t answered Kuvira’s question because it bothered her. It was upsetting just realizing on her own, that Asami was right.
Jealous? Sure, what’s not to be jealous over.
Asami grew up wealthy, and probably went to excellent schools, while Korra struggled to learn, and only pulled through with hard work.
Insecure?....well fuck.
Korra’s rigid and prominent muscle tone lie on her arms, shoulders, back, and thighs, while Asami’s body was long, slender, feminine. It’s always been hard to look at herself in the mirror, when girls like Asami exist.
Korra: You already finished the reading didn’t you?
Korra typed out as she walked over to her bed, throwing her back against it.
Asami: Yeah, sorry have you?
Korra: I started it.
Asami: Well, we can meet Sunday so you can finish?
Korra: No, let’s meet tomorrow
Just to get this whole thing over with..
Asami: Are you sure? It’s fine if you need more time.
Does she think I’m stupid?!
Korra: I’m planning on finishing it tonight.
Asami: Ok, we could meet at JazzTea at 10?
Korra: ..too early
Asami: 12?
Korra: See you there.
Asami: See ya :)