170 AG

Koda was extremely apprehensive as he entered the campus library. He hadn't been there a whole lot of times and never for longer than a few minutes so he wasn't entirely familiar with the schematics to even find his new tutor. What was her name again? He whipped his phone out swiftly looking for the screenshot he had taken of the tutoring information in his sea of pictures. Asami Satorina. That's right. There was a little picture in the corner that he assumed was a picture of her — dark hair, flawless porcelain skin, and bright green eyes, l topped off with a soft smile gracing her delicate features. She was cute, but he needed her to be good at maths. After bombing his first test and not fairing any better with the latest material, Koda had no choice but to apply for a tutor.

His world halted when he spotted her.

The light in the room almost looked like a spotlight highlighting her for him to find, sitting at table cross-legged and writing furiously. Her raven hair was tied back with one loose wave hanging out of place dangling against her burnt red cat-eye glasses. Her equally red lips were pursed slightly and her eyebrows were furrowed in deep concentration, her emerald eyes never once diverting from the page. She looked so focused he almost didn't want to disturb her. Keyword almost as this technically was his time.

"Uh, hi. Excuse me, Miss, are you Asami Satorina?" he asked before his breath caught in his throat. That little picture didn't nearly do her enough justice. The young woman was a million times more beautiful in person and her forest green eyes surprisingly enough, almost met his evenly when she stood up. "Wow, you're, tall," he said before regaining his bearings and taking the hand she stuck out for him to shake, "I-I'm sorry, I don't know why I said that. I'm Koda, Raava. I'm here for tutoring. Until four."

Even more surprisingly, the beautiful girl laughed, shaking his hand, "You're pretty tall yourself, Mr Raava. Nice to meet you, I'm Asami Sato-rina, and yes, we're scheduled until four o'clock. Sit down, stay a while, I don't bite." And he did, taking off his jacket and pulling out his laptop and notebook. "So do you have any questions about anything in particular?"

"Nothing short of everything really. But I have this homework, so we could start there I guess," he shrugged, displaying the assignment on the screen, turning the computer so they could both see.

The two worked on the task for some time, neither really keeping track with Koda asking a multitude of questions and Asami providing well articulated answers to each and every one of them. But Koda just couldn't bring himself to fully pay attention. He found himself to be considerably more interested in the curve of her lips as she spoke and the slopes of her neck and collarbones leading his eyes towards the slightly plunging neckline of her sweater, to her perfectly manicured hands that were scribbling his problem out on a piece of scrap paper.

She was explaining the various end behaviours of polynomials the third time when Asami realised Koda was once again no longer listening to her. So she abruptly stopped speaking to regain his concentration but the glazed over look in his eyes indicated it would still take saying his name to bring him back to the lesson. "Koda, Koda? Hello? Koda!"

"Huh?" He mumbled snapping out of his reverie, cerulean eyes widening before he shot his poor tutor a sheepish look, "I'm sorry, I don't know what's going on with me right now."

Asami sighed looking between him and the laptop, "It's three fifteen, how about we take a little break? Take five minutes to clear our heads and focus up, yeah?"

"Yeah." He nodded, locking his eyes on his notebook as she stood.

"I'll be right back." And just like that she and her long toned legs walked away. "Three twenty we try again."

He had noticed she was wearing a skirt when he first approached her but what he hadn't realised was how short the thing really was. The fabric reached about the middle of her thighs showing off just a little bit more of her creamy skin as she walked away. Slowly, his eyes travelled up her silhouette briefly pausing at her surprisingly plump rear before watching her long ponytail swing behind her retreating form. Koda shook his head contritely knowing that he shouldn't be shamelessly checking out his calculus tutor but she's just so fine he almost felt as though he couldn't help himself.

"This is going to be a looong semester." He sighed as she reentered the room a few minutes later.

When Asami had taken on the tutoring assignment she knew was lucky to have known the mathematic department head so well or her cover might have been blown. With her dad being Hiroshi Sato, the world renowned CEO of the very famous Future Industries, her last name usually rang all kinds of bells that always garnered all kinds and various amounts of attention she didn't want. She was just trying to get her volunteer hours like everyone else and didn't need any more problems than the ones she already had. But when the student she was assigned to tutor showed up she knew those wishes wouldn't last very long.

He looked way younger and smaller in his initial picture on the school's pairing website; not having yet acquired the light stubble at the bottom of his chin and along his sharp jaw. But in person, Koda Raava was tall, standing at what she assumed to be a quite impressive six five, dark, with the smoothest looking caramel skin, and undeniably handsome, with the prettiest icy blue eyes she'd ever seen, framed by long lashes and long hair that was once buzz cut as per his school picture. She could clearly see he was built under his form fitting tee shirt and his aromatic cologne filled her nose, invading her senses making her feel almost feral in close proximities. Which in itself presented problems.

Firstly, she has a boyfriend whom she loves…or at least thinks she does. But taking his seemingly endless frigidness towards her into consideration…moving onto the simple fact that while they are around the age, as his tutor, she's still technically his superior making it ridiculously unprofessional for her to feel lust towards a student she's supposed to be helping. Especially seeing how he is hopeless at calculus, and he very badly needs hers, or any help really. Asami briefly pondered if it had anything to do with his seemingly nonexistent attention span, or tendency to dissociate during the endless spiels of information she provided, ultimately deciding yes as she approached their table, noticing the grimace on his face.

"You need some more help? How are we doing over here, Koda?" She asked reclaiming her seat next to his.

"Um…we're…doing, to say the least…if that's saying anything at all…I don't..." he sighed dragging a hand down his face, "I don't know, I'm still confused."

"About?"

"All of it?" Her displeasure must have been apparent on her fact as his turned sheepish and he instantly apologised, "I know, I'm sorry. You've been so patient with me, I feel so bad. But you have to understand, I'm a little slow. And that's probably an understatement in itself, which is why I'm here."

She snorted, amused by his assertion, "You're not slow, maths is hard when you don't know what you're doing, it just takes some practice. You'll get it sooner or later, I promise."

He sighed, not meeting her eyes. "Let's hope it's sooner rather than later for both of our sakes."

"Dude…I couldn't even focus. I don't know how I'm supposed to be retaining anything when a girl that fine is droning on about some bullshit ass maths." Koda sighed stretching.

"I mean, you could always request a new tutor right? Like just go to the academic success office and tell them you don't think it's gonna work out with her." Bolin suggested lunging.

"After one session?" Iroh rolled his eyes, "Dude, just control yourself. I'm more than sure she's a regular schmegular person, and you're unnecessarily horny and need to get laid or something. There's so many bitches around here throwing themselves at you like the slores they are. Just talk to one, fuck her to get it out your system, and you'll be chilling."

"That might also be true." Mako nodded as he switched muscle groups. "Its not a bad idea at all actually. Need to do that shit myself…I want a bitch."

They all just looked at him as their team coach stepped onto the pitch. "Alright ladies, huddle up! This week's scheme is: slants routes and zone coverage!"