Disclaimer: I don't ship Mako/Asami with much agency. We don't even know the first thing about her, I'm just ~guessing. This was just in my head, I thought it could happen, so I wrote it. Picks updirectly after episode two—like really directly.
Enjoy.
"The Avatar, huh?"
Mako snapped out of his thoughts at the familiar voice, turning from the window to see Asami standing there, leather gloves in one hand and the other on her hip. "Yeah. They—"
"Oh, no, it's great,"she cut him off, stepping forward to lean against the window frame. "Just think about the publicity the Fire Ferrets will get. You probably won't even need our sponsorship anymore."
He said nothing.
But she knew. Publicity was the last thing he wanted—except as a means to take care of his brother. So she opted for a change of tactic, palm coming to rest against the sill where he sat when she ventured, "Where are my manners? I should be offering congratulations. You're going to the championships. It's a dream come true."
When he still didn't say a word, she finally went in for the kill, both hands braced as she leaned forward to interrupt his view. "You should be celebrating. I'm sure your brother already is."
"Bolin's always celebrating," he said dryly.
"And this time, I agree with him," she countered, standing up straight again as she flipped her hair over her shoulder. "You have weeks to train and prepare. One night to enjoy the thrill of victory isn't a crime."
He still didn't say a word, but she could tell he was softening, if only by the flex of a tendon in his jaw that spoke of a fleeting want to smile. With a crack of her own, she leaned in again, arm around his neck and breath warm against his ear, "Come on. My bike's out back. We can go for a ride, just the two of us. We'll be back before he is." She knew the unspoken importance of 'holding down the fort' while Bolin was out reveling.
But just to sweeten the deal, she added a softer, "This might be our last chance to spend time together if you become Mr. Celebrity."
At that, the facade finally broke for a smirk. "I'm not gonna let that happen," he told her, hand on her waist to give himself room to stand. He looked down at her, a glimmer of something in gold before he ducked to claim a kiss from her mouth and caught her free hand to give it a tug.
"Now let's go. I'm driving."