Future Industries

Asami was always a vision, but particularly when she was happy. Maybe it was his own natural inclination towards positivity, but seeing her almost-smile made him grin as he loped easily to her side. Excitement was tempered with curiosity, eyes glowing with anticipation as he beamed and searched her face.

"You called?"

Despite years of being trained in 'proper social decorum' by her father and his rich businessmen, she immediately and rather unceremoniously shoved the package into Bolin's chest. Neither Bolin nor his older brother seemed to care how she behaved around them. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy the inherent politeness of business class social customs in Republic City, but the anticipation of the younger earthbender's reaction was keeping her from adhering to them.

Mako was not- currently- watching and waiting for Asami from the attic window, but had he not been fighting with a particularly stubborn sprig of hair that refused to be moussed, hot-ironed, and waxed back down into submission… he would have. Much like a swooning drive-in film starlet awaiting the chiseled jaw of her male acting counterpart to jut boldly into the center of the screen. Honestly, he wasn’t sure what Pabu’s obsession with grooming his hair whilst he napped was, but somehow fire ferret saliva managed to pack the same consistency as thick glue when applied to the tailored black spikes sitting atop of his crown.

After dunking his head beneath cold water and furiously towel drying it, he continued to scowl at the mirror and fiddle with the natural part of his hairline. Bolin announced that Asami had been sitting down at the curb, waiting for him for spirits knew how long and Mako launched into a one man, grooming tornado. He pulled his jacket on, double-checked to make sure his undershirt didn’t smell (training- unfortunately- left a rather distinct body odor, even after showering), straightened his spats, then- very carefully, curled his father’s scarf around his neck.The firebender kissed Bolin on the cheek in parting and jogged down the steps,  exiting out the front doors of the gym to greet Asami.

Asami herself was as pristine as ever; she always took extra care with regard to her appearance, but today was special. It was her third date with Mako of the Fire Ferrets pro-bending team, so long as she counted their dinner at Kwong's as their first date. She wondered whether an apology for running over someone on her moped could be counted as a true date. It had certainly felt like one to her.

Mako's sudden appearance bolting from the arena interrupted her thoughts in the most pleasant way. She could hardly believe her luck, running into someone like Mako the way she did. The firebender was handsome, mature, and...

Naturally, it was that exact moment in Asami's thoughts that Mako toppled facefirst into her Satomobile. She almost chuckled at her own thoughts, but she was more concerned about whether or not the poor boy had hurt himself on her bumper. Springing from the vehicle, she made it to Mako's side just in time to help him up.

"Hey, I'm supposed to be the one hitting you with the car, right?" she joked as soon as she saw that he was okay and extending a gloved hand to help him up. "Or are you just trying to get revenge for the last time?"

Title: Dashboard Lights Rating: M Author’s Note: I wrote this because I wanted to write a scenario where Mako loses his virginity, preferably with someone else taking the lead. Thus, this idea was spawned. There isn’t much else to say except I hope whoever reads this likes it?? Summary: AU. In which Asami has it all planned out and Mako goes along for the ride. Masami.

[[Apologies in advance for future RPs featuring the most disgustingly perfect couple, pre-Love Triangle antics. I just really miss the potential of Masami *sobs into pillow*