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13. Denial
For the longest time, he was in denial over how he felt. The racing heart, the sweaty palms, the shallow breaths- they all were put in the "Not About Korra" category, and were freaked over after the Avatar left his presence. He refused to believe that something so inane as a girl could make him worry about whether or not his hair looked good, and if he was being too hard on her in practice, and why she was saying this and doing this. Mako, Mr. Cool-Under-Fire himself, was stressing about a girl, and a girl as ungirly as Korra, at that.
The feelings lessened slightly when he met Asami. The raven-haired beauty stunned him, infatuated him, comforted him. He had never known anyone who was rich, much less a rich person who took a liking to him, and knowing that someone in the world could take care of Bolin if he was gone, that idea comforted him.
But when Korra kissed him –gosh, he had never, ever felt like that kissing Asami. It was so amazing, and it felt perfect and just so right that he was momentarily awed. The fact that someone else could make him feel warm inside, and Mako was not one for sentimentality, stunned him, and he immediately craved, searched for that in what he had for Asami.
When he blamed Korra for being jealous, even after she had risked her life to save everyone in the arena at the championship, even after she had offered him and Bolin a place to live, Mako actually thought for a second that he could even consider the thought of ending their friendship. He threatened her with those words, and when she retaliated by stating her duty to the world as the Avatar, he found that he was jealous that the world took precedence over him in her mind. But, he growled in his mind, that's wrong. No way is some street rat more important than the entire world, and all of its inhabitants.
At the time of Korra's kidnapping, all thoughts of Asami were erased from his head. He needed his Korra back, and it had to be now. It didn't even surprise him that he had started calling Korra his in his mind. Mako wished for nothing more than to be able to call Korra his- hell, even to see her face once more would be the only thing he would ever ask for again.
However, this was quickly proven wrong when Korra lost her bending. All he wanted was for her to regain it, and when she did, he was thankful. Thankful for her, for her love, for her bending, and for her happiness. And he was in denial no longer.