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Updated for grammer etc.

Kuvira sat for a few minutes on the edge of Korra's bed. Light penetrated the room through the curtains, throwing several beams of light and shadow across the walls and floors. Kuvira felt that she was witnessing some primal fight between light and darkness playing itself on Korra's bedroom walls. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of creaky water pipes shuddering under the strain of Korra coaxing them into dispensing the water for her shower. Kuvira leaned back her arms extended behind her palms flat on the bed propping her up, her head tilted back looking up at the ceiling. She crossed one leg over the other and absently bobbed her foot in the air. "So you're obviously not feeling so hot lately, and something Bolin said made you upset, but you're becoming decent at hiding it," Kuvira said quietly to herself. She paused a moment, listening to the sounds of Bolin beginning to clean in the living room. After a few moments of thinking over the events of the morning her eyes fell on Korra's desk. "Something Bolin said to you for sure, no doubt the bit about this girl Asami's new friend," she said standing and taking a few steps around the room glancing over the bookcase in the corner.

"Interesting," Kuvira whispered after pausing, listening to noise from the hall until it faded. "No fiction books at all." The shelves were stacked with history books, biographies of influential people, and volume upon volume of textbooks pertaining to the subfields of anthropology, mostly primatology. "Well at least you're decently well read, not just some meat head." This girl was cute, very fit, well read, and in school with a plan. Why did the Sato girl and Korra break up? Had Opal mentioned a reason for their split? No, all Opal wanted was for Kuvira to behave herself. She turned and looked around the room from the corner bookcase taking it all in. There were several empty spaces on shelves among other picture frames, no doubt pictures of the former couple taken down.

There were several trophies strewn about the shelves and desktop from what looked like martial arts competitions. Kuvira' eyes rested on the desk and nervously flicked to the door, "Am I really gunna snoop around in this girl's room?" she thought to herself, but before she could berate herself she was opening the first drawer of Korra's desk. The drawer produced nothing of note, only loose-leaf paper, various writing implements, and a bison shaped whistle. The second drawer held some miscellaneous items probably serving as some kind of catch all drawer. It consisted mostly of a Gameboy, its associated games, and other doohickeys Kuvira knew little about. She was more than a little annoyed at the lack of anything interesting so far even though she didn't know what she expected. She almost decided not to open the final drawer, but she had already come this far. "If I get caught it might as well be after I found something." Kuvira crouched down and balanced on the balls of her feet as she reached down and slid the drawer open. And there they were, stacks of pictures featuring the formerly happy couple out doing happy couple things together. Kuvira winced at that last thought, there was more spite there than there ought to be, whom did she have to be bitchy at? None of this really affected her.

Kuvira lifted a few of the pictures out of the desk and thumbed through them. Korra and the girl Kuvira could only assume to be Asami Sato. Millionaire, CEO, heartbreaker. Kuvira rolled her eyes at herself and took note of the woman. Taller than Korra, though that didn't seem hard to accomplish, long raven black hair that looked like it was well-maintained, and dark red lips. There was no doubt she was beautiful. Kuvira flipped through a few more pictures of the couple hiking, roller skating on the boardwalk, and one of Korra carrying Sato piggyback style at the beach. Suddenly something slid from between the pictures and landed on the floor. Kuvira looked down and the weight of this thing that had just fluttered to the ground like a feather weighed on her shoulders like a ton of bricks as the realization dawned on her.

The name Korra was written in large overly loopy, feminine letters in green pen on the front of an envelope. Kuvira stared down at the terrible white parcel for a moment, "don't tell me you are what I think you are," Kuvira said, half curious, half terrified. Kuvira set the photos back in the drawer, picked up the envelope carefully, and turned it over. The unbroken half cog wheel seal of Future Industries pressed into wax on the letter indicated it had never been opened. "Oh for fuck's sake."

"What's wrong?" Korra's voice came drifting over Kuvira's shoulder from the bedroom doorway.

Kuvira jumped with surprise from Korra's unknown entrance into the room, losing her balance, rolling off her heels in her crouched position, and landing squarely on her rear, a faint yelp escaping her lips. "Uhm… what was that?" Korra asked as Kuvira slowly turned to look at Korra who was now arching an eyebrow at her, covered only by a bath towel, her hair still damp from the shower.

"What was what? What are you talking about? You sneaking up on me? Because that's really rude," Korra sputtered out, looking up at Korra from the floor, hoping against hope that she hadn't noticed Kuvira's snooping. "When, uh, when did you get here?"

"What? This is my room, so I guess a few months in this room, specifically," Korra said, looking up at the ceiling contemplatively.

"No, not that, I mean just now after the shower. You know what never mind," Kuvira said, shrugged from her spot of the floor trying to figure out how to cover up her blatant snooping. Come on think of something you big dumb piece of-

"Oh, I forgot my clothes be right back!"

"Oh, thank Raava," Kuvira exhaled exasperatedly standing up and burying the letter under a few of the photos in the drawer. She turned around just in time to see Korra came back through the doorway.

"Well I was thinking that after I get dressed we could grab some coffee, if you have time before your meeting?" Korra asked, sitting down on the edge of her bed where just minutes earlier Kuvira had been reclining.

"Yep, sure thing, get dressed," Kuvira said, rushing out of the room without looking at Korra, leaving the former looking slightly perplexed. Kuvira passed the few moments it took Korra to dress herself sitting on the couch staring at Bolin and making him feel generally uncomfortable while he cleaned up the kitchen. The door to Korra's bedroom opened with a squeak followed by Korra stepping out and walking to the hallway dressed in a pair of faded blue jeans and a white tank top with the words "Water Tribe Out!" printed on the front.

"Alright lets go, we don't have a whole lot of time," Korra stated, heading for the door, Kuvira hot on her heels, leaving Bolin confused but relived to be alone again. They walked for a block or so, the sounds of the city picking up as morning turned to midday before Kuvira broke the silence.

"So you have any family in Republic City?" Kuvira asked, looking over at Korra while waiting for a traffic light to turn.

"Oh no, well kind of. I had this family I stayed with for a while when I first came here, but it's been a while since I've seen them. I should visit them soon, but I feel bad about how long it's been," Korra answered, looking down at her feet as they waited.

"Well, waiting longer won't make it any better you should call them up sometime soon," Kuvira responded candidly.

"Yeah, you're right I should text Pema and-"

"No, no don't text her. Call and get down to brass tax. People like a no nonsense approach, especially when you're trying to make up for lost time or something you've done," Kuvira interrupted. "Trust me, if these are people you care about they deserve that."

"Yeah, you're probably right," Korra answered thoughtfully. "Here the coffee place is right up here on the corner." They entered the shop and grabbed an empty table in front of the windows. "Here, you wait here I'll get our drinks. What do you want?"

"Coffee, medium roast, cream, no sugar."

"Alright, be right back," Korra said. She returned a few minutes later with the drinks and sat on the opposite side of the table and looked out the window. "Well the good news is the campus isn't very far from here, so it shouldn't take us long to get there."

"Well that's good because we are running low on time, maybe we should take our coffee to go the rest of the way? I don't want to rush you, but I won't exactly be impressing my advisor if I'm late for my first appointment."

Korra looked aghast for a moment before recovering, "Oh I'm sorry I must have taken to long with my shower, let's get going." They left the coffee shop and Korra began speed walking down the street. The pair entered the quad after a few minutes pausing in front of the social sciences building.

"Alright this is my stop. I don't think I need any help finding his office," Kuvira said, after coming to a stop in front of the doors and turning to look at Korra. "You've been a great chaperone, I shall tell Opal you preformed your duties admirably and paid for coffee even."

"Oh it was nothing, I didn't have anything to do today besides prepare for classes tomorrow, and besides I enjoyed it. So anytime you need chaperoning I could be convinced to provide that service."

"Oh what a service that would be. What other services are on offer, if we're on the subject?" Kuvira answered, with a smirk and cocked eyebrow, causing the blood to rush to the surface of Korra's cheeks.

"I-I didn't, you know what-"

"Oh shut up. Unlock your phone and give it to me," Kuvira interrupted.

"You're very rude, you know that?" Korra said, handing Kuvira her phone.

"I assume you'll get used to it," Kuvira answered, messing around with the phone, "Alright here, I put myself in your phone. Send me a message and I'll add you, but now I really have to run." With that the doors to the social sciences building were closing in front of Korra before she could respond. Korra turned and began making her way back to the apartment. When she arrived she plopped down in her desk chair looking out the window. She pulled out her phone and scrolled through her contacts to find Kuvira's and began sending a message but stopped short. Setting the phone down she opened the third drawer and sifted through the pictures and found what she was looking for, pulling an envelope with her name written in green pen.

The phone forgotten Korra stared at the envelope turning it over and over between her fingers the outside world forgotten. "Will I finally have the courage to open this stupid, terrible, god damned piece of shit letter?" She thought, pouring all her frustration out and directing it at the seemingly harmless piece of paper. It seemed that as long as she kept the letter and didn't know what it contained all of this was its fault. As she thought this, a tear beaded its way down her cheek.

"No," She whispered, "I'm not strong enough for that."