Cyrano: To Asami, With Love


Summary: -Loosely based off of Cyrano de Bergerac and the novel Seaside Letters by Denise Hunter- Modern/AU College setting - No bending.

The last thing Korra had ever expected to happen in her life is to fall in love with her best friend, Asami Sato – especially since she is connected to one of her biggest past regrets.

Asami has received notes from a mysterious figure; for the past two years. As her senior year of university comes to a close, she is desperate to find the person behind the messages and declare her feelings for them.

Korra knows that if she comes even close to finding out whom the person behind the messages is, it would be a disaster since the person who Asami is trying to find is herself.


Chapter 7

Good morning! – SatoCEO

Are you kidding? It's too early! – Avatar157

It's 10 am – SatoCEO

Exactly! Normal people sleep until noon – Avatar157

Not if they have classes in the morning. It keeps my afternoons free – SatoCEO

Well, that makes one of us. Goodnight – Avatar157

I think you mean, good morning :p – SatoCEO

Whatever – Avatar157

"So, what have you found out?" Bolin asked around a mouthful of food. Asami watched him with a raised eyebrow, before picking up a napkin and dabbing at a bit of meat juice and drool from his chin.

"She loves running, she doesn't like mornings, she loves kids, and she uses 'doctor handwriting' on the smaller notes," Asami answered, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms over her chest. "Some of these things I already knew, but the running and the handwriting threw me off."

"What do you mean?" he wondered. Asami glared. Bolin closed his mouth and rapidly began to chew, before grabbing his glass of water and taking a huge gulp, swallowing loudly. "Why do you think those two things threw you off?"

"She's written me notes before," she answered, leaning over to pick up her shoulder bag from underneath the table. Pulling out her black and red laptop, she placed it onto the table and booted it up. "Just small things like changing meeting times or that she borrowed a jacket of mine," she muttered, "…which I still haven't gotten back." Asami tucked her hair behind her shoulder before hunching over her computer, typing rapidly. "Anyway, the handwriting is different for both of them."

"What are you doing?" Bolin wondered.

"I'm looking into my father's case." Asami rested her chin in her hand, peering at the computer screen, opening every new link that came up in her internet browser. Scanning the articles, she searched for new information. When she came up empty, she canceled out of a tab before reading a new one.

"They still haven't found the driver from the hit and run?" he took another big bite of the sandwich in his hands. He leaned over to peer at her computer screen, but stopped once she placed a hand on his shoulder and pushing him back to his original position.

"No; nothing new," she announced, slamming her laptop close. "I just don't understand how a person could leave someone when they're hurt. I've spent a lot of time looking into this and still nothing." She breathed hard, slowly shaking her head. "They didn't even have the decency to call for help."

"I'm sure something will come of the case soon,"

Asami grumpily leaned back into her seat. She began to bounce her foot up and down, her knee hitting the low table, causing it to shake. Bolin reached out and grabbed his glass of water before it fell off of the table. "…I'm going to go for a run, to clear my mind," she announced, grabbing her laptop and slipping it back into her shoulder bag.

"By yourself?" Bolin asked.

"Well, you won't come with me, Opal doesn't really like to sweat, and Mako is eyeballs deep in his criminology courses," she listed off, tapping a finger after she named each person.

"Ask Korra."

"She hates mornings."

"Yes, but she did say that Avatar157 likes to go running," he pointed out.

Asami flung her bag over her shoulder, adjusting the strap against her chest. She buckled up the pocket, tightening the strap with a hard yank. "Which is weird because I know for a fact that she hates running."

"So why don't you call her out on it?" Bolin suggested. Asami paused, turning to look over at the budding actor. A bright smile slowly filled her face. She leaned over and gave him a giant hug before ruffling his hair.

"…In exchange for that good idea, I will pay for your next session of headshots," she promised.

"You're the best!" Bolin cried. "Have fun."


Korra groaned, lifting her head up out of her covers. She glanced over at the clock on the wall, rubbing her burning eyes. She let out another loud groan as she heard a loud knock on the door. It was the sound that had initially waked her up, but she wasn't sure if it was a dream or not. Now that it was a reality, she slowly slid out of her bed, landing on the ground with a loud thump.

Mumbling to herself, she stumbled over to the door before unlocking it and flinging it open. "What the hell is-"

"Morning, Korra," Asami said brightly. Korra blinked slowly before glancing at the woman in front of her. Asami's dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She was dressed in a black and red sports bra with matching sweatpants, and black shoes. Her toned abdomen was on full display, her pale skin bright against the dark colors she was dressed in.

Korra loudly cleared her throat, looking away from the beautiful woman in front of her before glancing at the clock once more. "You do know it's only nine in the morning, right?" she asked.

"Yeah, perfect time to go on a run before classes start."

"…Say what?" Korra was fully awake now. She squeezed her eyes shut before punching herself in the thigh, silently stewing in self-loathing for writing that Avatar157 liked to go running. It was something she had initially stated to help keep her identity a secret from her friend. Asami's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, as she watched her friend punch herself. "I'm cramping up," Korra muttered. "What makes you think I want to go running?"

"Because you're my best friend," Asami pointed out.

"And?"

"And, you're fit enough."

"So?"

The engineer exhaled sharply through her nose before throwing her hands up in the air. "So, no one else will go with me," she admitted.

"And I'm sure there's a reason why," Korra cried.

"I don't want to go by myself," Asami added. She lifted her right leg and grabbed her ankle, stretching her leg muscle. "Come on, it'll be fun. We can go for doughnuts after."

"Doesn't that kind of negate the purpose of running?" she wondered. "Plus, my alarm doesn't go off for another two hours and forty-five minutes," she said, a bit of whining laced in with her words.

Asami smirked as she straightened back up. She crossed her arms over her chest, shifting all of her weight to one side. "Yknow, for one of the top athletes at this school, you sure don't seem like much competition." She watched in silent amusement as Korra's blue eyes widened before narrowing into a glare.

"Fine," Korra growled. "Give me a few minutes to change." With that she slammed the door closed. Asami chuckled to herself, leaning against the wall by the door, silently congratulating on a job well done.


"We can take a break if you need it," Asami suggested, handing Korra water bottle. Her friend reached up from her position on the ground, thanking her before opening the bottle and dumping it contents over her face and down her midsection. Korra was dressed in a blue sports bra and matching shorts. The engineer couldn't help but watch as the water flowed over her toned abdomen, into each crack and crevice of her ripped muscles.

"No…no need…to take a break…I'm…fine," Korra panted. She wiped off the excess water from her chest before slowly sitting up. "In fact…I think…I can do this…for another…hour," she wheezed. Asami held her hand out, helping her friend to her feet. Korra felt the warmth from her friend's palm, moving from her hand all of the way around her body. After a few moments, Korra pulled her hand away and swatted at a pretend fly.

"Korra, it's only been about ten minutes," Asami gently answered.

"Excellent!" she answered over enthusiastically. "Then we have…more time…to run." Her friend shrugged before turning and beginning to run down the sidewalk. I'm going to kill Kuvira for saying Avatar157 liked to run. Just because she likes it, does not mean every athlete does. Korra breathed deeply, silently pumping herself up, before following Asami.

She was able to catch up to her and kept their stride at the same pace, but a few minutes later, her lungs began to burn something fierce. Korra tried to keep her breathing under control but Asami quickly picked up on it.

"Are you sure you're doing okay?" Asami had asked. Korra glanced over at her in awe and disbelief. Her friend's speech pattern only seemed to be interrupted by their foot falls; otherwise she was speaking as if she were talking a stroll through the park.

"How can you…talk and run…" Korra gasped.

"At the same time?" Asami filled in. "I've been running for years. It gets easier."

"You're amazing," she muttered. Asami smiled at the compliment, before slowing to a walk. Korra placed her hands on her hips as she breathed deeply for air. Mako exited the criminology building, wincing as he shielded his eyes from the sun. Korra tapped Asami on the arm and pointed in his direction. Her friend grabbed her by the arm and walked the two over.

"Hey Mako," Asami called out. He blinked once before looking in their direction, giving them a soft wave. "What are you up to?"

"I'm taking a break from studying," he muttered. After rubbing his eyes he gave the two a gentle smile. "Being cooped up in a room for too long was starting to get to me. What's up with you two?"

"We're just on a run before classes start," she answered. Korra flashed a smile before giving him a thumbs up. He watched in amusement as she doubled over once more, inhaling deeply.

"You actually got Korra to go running?" he laughed. "I have to give you props. Waking her up this early is like trying to control an elephant.

Korra immediately straightened back up and punched him in the arm. She chuckled as he winced in pain, before nudging Asami in the arm with her elbow. "She made a comment I had to prove otherwise."

"That's something I always liked about you," Mako commented. "You are never afraid to take up a challenge." Korra shrugged, rubbing the back of her neck. "Anyway, I'll catch up with the two of you later. I need to get something to eat before classes start."

"How about a shower?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. Asami laughed as Korra raised a hand and waved at the air as if she were blowing away a bad smell.

"You're one to talk," he shot back.

"Ha ha."

The two girls said goodbye to him before taking the path on campus that led back to the dorms. Asami stopped them as they passed by a vending machine, buying two more plastic water bottles since they had recycled the original two she had brought for them. "I like your flirting style," she snickered.

"I wasn't flirting," Korra groaned. "We've been friends for years. How many times must we go over this?"

Asami had transferred to Republic City High for her senior year of high school. She had quickly become a part of Korra's small group of friends which included Mako, Bolin, and his girlfriend Opal. Korra and Mako would constantly argue with each other, causing Asami to assume they were dating or had been dating. At every mention of their possible relationship status, Korra would just scoff and deny the accusations.

Soon afterwards, Asami and Mako had begun to date, continuing all the way up until the start of their freshmen year at Republic City University. Korra didn't mind the couple at first, but eventually she soon grew tired of their pet names and hand holding and sneaking quick kisses with each other when they thought no one was looking. She couldn't help but feel overjoyed when they had broken up, and yet her happiness confused her, it was something that still bothered her to this day.

"So, what's the deal?" Korra asked, receiving her water bottle from Asami. The engineer looked at her in confusion as she drank from her bottle. Korra pulled her high wolftail out from its holder and dumped half of her water bottle over her head. Asami quickly glanced away this time as the water poured over the fit frame.

"What do you mean?" she wondered.

"You say you run a lot, but you only do it when you really need to clear your head because you're upset about something."

Asami bit the inside of her cheek, laughing through her nose that her intentions were easily visible. While attending an all-girls school before transferring to Republic City High, the girls all thought she was weird because she was coldand kept to herself. The reason why she didn't try to connect with the other girls is because they judged her and they didn't have much in common, seeing as she was really into engineering and doing things with her hands while they focused on boys and shopping. While Asami did enjoy shopping and other things girl, it wasn't too high on her priority list, especially when she would get an adrenaline rush from racing the cars from her father's company.

"I was looking into my father's hit and run. There's still no news," she announced.

You had to have seen this coming, Korra. I mean, the anniversary of everything was yesterday. "I'm sure something new will come up eventually."

"All we talk about is me and that night. But what about you?" Asami pressed. "You were in a car accident as well! I thought I was going to lose you too. I don't know how I would have handled that," she whispered.

"Hey, I'm still here." That was a stupid thing to say!

"Maybe things would have been different if I didn't go to that Engineering Summit after the party." Asami looked down at the ground, her green eyes turning a shade lighter. They began to look a little golden instead of green. "I would have been able to say goodbye. I know we never really saw eye to eye on things, but I still love him."

"I'm sure he knows that," Korra said quietly.

Asami stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Korra's neck, giving her a big hug. Korra felt her body turn warm, her cheeks burning, as the pale girl pressed against her. Guilt raced up her throat, clenched her lungs tight, creating a burning put in her stomach. "Well, you were in the hospital for so long and then you had to go through physical therapy, you had to fight for so much." Korra let out a soft sigh as she relaxed when Asami pulled away. "That's why I think you're amazing, to be able to stay on top of school work and everything while going through that trauma."

"Thanks." Korra tried to half-smile but failed miserably. What about your trauma? Maybe Kuvira's right, I should tell her. No matter how hard it will be… She cleared her throat before grabbing a hold of Asami's hand, ignoring the heat that raced through her body once more. "I have to tell you something about that. Something important."

"What is it?" Asami asked. Her green eyes widened a bit with worry.

Oh, don't make that face. You look cute and sad at the same time. You're breaking my heart. Korra took a deep breath, squeezing Asami's hand harder. A ghost of a smile appeared on her face when she felt Asami squeezing back, as if giving her some reassurance.

Before she could say anything, Kuvira ran up to the two of them and grabbed Korra by the shoulders, pushing her back a few steps, causing the two friend's hands to break apart. "Korra, we need to talk!" she hissed. "Right now."

"Kuvira, I'm kind of busy," Korra answered, pushing her friend's hands off. She looked over at Asami and gave her an apologetic look. She looked at Kuvira and raised her eyebrows high. "I was going to tell her about…you know what."

"This is urgent," Kuvira muttered. "Trust me." The darker girl glanced in to her friend's olive green eyes for sincerity. Normally, when Kuvira would say something was urgent it would in actuality be something very simple and not urgent at all, like bringing Kuvira a jacket to the science building when the a/c kicked on. However, this time, Korra could tell that she meant business.

"Sorry," Korra muttered as she faced Asami. "Can we talk later?"

Asami nodded before glancing at her watch. "Yeah, I have to get to class anyway." She looked over at Kuvira and gave her polite smile. "Have a good day."

"What's up?" Korra demanded. "I may lose my nerve after this."

Kuvira licked her lips before leaning forward and pressing her mouth close to Korra's ear. "…I think I'm pregnant."


AN: In case anyone is confused: In chapter 5, the passage that starts with "Three Years Before/Ago/Earlier (i don't remember off the top of my head which word I used) is a flashback. Everything before then is present day. Chapter 6 is present day. This chapter is present day. Sometimes with flashbacks I use italics and sometimes I don't, i just use description and explanation to move into a flashback.