Because I really couldn't get this idea out of my head and I love the idea of Borra and jealous!Mako. :3

Pairing: background Borra, jealous!Mako, Makorra if you squint?

Rating: K+

Summary: Mako refuses to let the green monster win.

Well I just keep cranking things out, eh? 8D

If he was completely honest, Mako had not been paying too much attention to his somewhat-friend, Avatar Korra. Who could blame him, really? Asami and happiness and determination to win the tournament were the only thoughts that swirled around in the broody and oblivious brain of his.

He was not completely oblivious, though. He saw the panic in her bright cerulean eyes as she was bombarded with questions by irritating reporters. When she declared that she would join the task force, the only thing in his head was intense worry – which did not make too much sense, because surely this was a good thing? But when Asami squeezed his arm comfortingly and flashed him a bright smile, no doubt seeing the distress in his expression, he forgot all about the Avatar's issues.

He had spent the majority of the evening laughing and chatting with Asami, smiling like an utter fool and in an excellent mood. Throughout the evening, he had seen Bolin and Korra laughing together as well; Bolin was no doubt trying to cheer the distressed Avatar up. As the gala went on, her smile became less forced and more genuine, and Mako was struck with the startling urge to be the one to make her smile like that. It was completely idiotic, of course, because Asami's smile was radiant and should have been holding all of his attention. Mako refused to acknowledge the baby green monster curling up in his stomach.

Why should he be jealous of Bolin? Did he like Korra, who jumped into things head first and asked questions later, who would zig when any sane person would zag?

…Never.

So why did the baby monster abruptly grow five times in size when a swing song came on and Bolin dragged Korra to the center to dance?

It's the food, of course. My stomach probably isn't agreeing with the food here, Mako told himself as he watched his younger brother twirl Korra around with ease. No way I want to be in his shoes. I would much rather dance with Asami! And so he did.

He kept an eye on them though, no matter how much he would have loved to devote all his attention to the girl blushing softly in his arms. Just in case Korra stumbles into him or something outrageous like that…Mako rationalized. But really, the way they moved together...

The moves were perfect, calculated, graceful, but at the same time they were spontaneous and just...loud, for lack of better word. Just like them. They twisted and turned and moved so in synch, anyone would have thought they were connected at the hands. The people around them that chose not to join the dance watched them with wide eyes.

Not that Mako was thinking so much about it. He focused back onto the beautiful green eyes and olive skin of his partner, and adamantly ignored the subconscious part of him irrationally hoping for the eyes to turn blue – the brightest blue he had ever seen in his entire lifetime and wasn't sure if they were natural – and the skin to take on a darker tone. Soon, he lost himself in those pretty green eyes.

Bolin? Korra?

Who were they? He was only aware of Asami.

…At least, until the cheering began and the little monster returned.

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