A/N: A gift to a friend. Borra happens to be the cutest one-sided shipping yet. A five-hundred word drabble.

Let's just say . . . friendzoned.

She's perched on the steps, chin in her palm, looking sad. "I don't get it," she's saying, one finger playing with the crinkly ribbon on the cupcake. "Why is Mako so ugh?"

He's seated next to her, one leg stretched out, the other drawn up, his arm around his knee. To speak the truth, he's not entirely listening to her words so much as her tone, his gaze on the corded muscles of her back, tense and hardened as rocks. He inhales and edges towards her. "You seem stressed out, Kor." His hands alight on her shoulders, his thumbs tucking in the slight depression just above her shoulder blades. The heat of the afternoon sun is getting to him. Never mind that's a chillier day than it has been for a while. Definitely the sun. "Don't worry about my bro. So he got himself a girlfriend." His fingers dig into the fabric of her top; he feels the tautness where it begins to strain to curve about her generous breasts as he works his thumbs, trying to loosen up the knots, like he's seen at those fancy-shmancy spas. "Want to tell me what's up?" Though he can't tell if it's working, she does relax her neck, allowing the back of her head to rest on his chest.

He grins.

"It's just hard right now."

"I know what you mean." He realises what he has said and silences himself, but she doesn't seem to have noticed. Instead, he continues to massage her, his fingertips reaching out to her collarbone, the line tell-tale even beneath the shirt, and returning.

She shrugs. "Mako's gone googly-eyed over that nonbender, Tahno needs a kick in the nuts, and Tarrlok and Amon should get thrown in a pit together. That man . . ."

"Who? Tarrlok or Amon? Do you like that cupcake?"

Apparently seeing the confection for the first time, she plucks the ribbon from the steely blue icing and lifts the sweet, inhaling. She bites down, frosting sticking to her cheeks, and he can imagine a smile of delight spreading on her face. "Yeah, it's pretty good, Bo."

She called him Bo. "Good as I am?" Dropping his grip on her shoulders, he strikes a pose, and she rewards him with a laugh. "That's my first victory today!"

"Hey, come on. I liked that rubbing thing you were doing."

"Oh, sorry." He massages her again, noting how much less tense her muscles are. Score.

Slowly, she eases herself to lean on him, the cupcake nearly devoured. "I wish Mako was more like you, you know? Kind, and sweet, and funny."

He nudges her. "Someone who'll bring you flowers and cupcakes."

"Listen to my problems. Someone I can demand on. A rock, steady as the earth."

At this, he can't help but mentally pat himself on the back. "Korra, I—"

She turns around. "I want someone like you. But where can I find him?"

He blinks.

She sighs. "It's like that guy doesn't exist."