Avatar: Legend of Korra belongs to its respectable owners.
It wasn't as though he didn't like girls. On the contrary, he really liked girls. Girls were fun. What he didn't like, however, was having one on his team. What he really didn't like was a girl on his team that insisted on keeping very close quarters with said team. Girls, while they have their moments, brought complications. They brought things like towels lying where they shouldn't. They brought bossy orders and suggestions that were totally unnecessary. The demanded special things like clean bathrooms, conversations, extra attention... But the worst thing about girls was the irksome, ever present, obnoxious, unnecessary tendency to be late for everything they did.
Mako prided himself on being a patient man. He was patient with his brother. He was patient with the gym owner. He was patient in matches. Until this point in his short life, he had had no reason to be impatient over much, because his life was a tightly ordered machine and things just didn't go that wrong. At least, they didn't go wrong to an extent.
He considered being late to a championship match as "wrong", to say the least.
The Fire Ferrets had already been informed that they had only ten minutes more to find their teammate, or they would have to forfeit the match. Forfeit the championship match. The one they had sweated, sacrificed, even bled for.
All because a girl could not remember to be on time.
He fumed. He paced. Minutes squeaked by as he ground his teeth to the silent ticking of the clock that brought his team closer and closer to losing glory, money, and any semblance of respect they had ever earned.
Two more minutes passed, and the young firebender threw down his helmet and stormed from the room. The shocked cry of his brother echoed after him, but it was hard to hear over the thumping of blood in his eardrums as his temper reached a boiling point.
He would find her. She was not, not going to cost him this match. No girl was going to ruin what he had tried so hard to build. No girl that Bolin had insisted they take on. Not even the avatar was worth this kind of aggravation.
He searched the gym. He searched the attic. Damnit if he didn't search every nook and cranny he could find in that place. His temper rose, and thus his brazenness rose. It didn't matter now how sacred or private a place was in that building, he would bust the doors down like an angry platypus bear if need be.
And that is exactly what he did.
Now, there are not many things that could stop an angry Mako, but a gleaming, perfectly round, perfectly naked, brown ass was one of them. And if that one part of the female anatomy could stop him, then the full frontal force of a spinning woman with little time to cover herself could damn near floor him.
A stream of obscenities was sent his way and he quickly found himself being ejected from the changing room he had so rudely barged into by a stream of ice cold water which, if he had stopped to think about it, was probably the most beneficial temperature.
He sat on the floor, soaking wet, barely registering that his brother had come up behind him, not even hearing said brother's joke about the avatar also being a bender of a certain part of the male anatomy. Had Bolin not helped him to the arena after Korra had stormed from the changing room in full gear ready to play, it most likely would have been him who would have unwittingly forced them to forfeit.
He was ultimately able to conclude, then, as he slowly made it to the arena, dripping as he walked, that perhaps he could handle some gi-womanly "wrongness" in his bedro-team. Team.