Being a cheerleader definitely had its perks. The way the crowd fed off your energy, the attention that came with being effortlessly hot, and, of course, front-row seats to watch chiseled quarterbacks pant and sweat in their padded uniforms.

But this time, the real show was on the field.

With a fierce grin and adrenaline pumping through her veins, Korra ripped off her helmet and let out a triumphant roar, having just scored the winning touchdown. Her teammates piled on her in celebration, their cheers echoing across the field.

Flexing her arms with pride, Korra’s gaze swept over the roaring crowd—but her eyes locked onto the cheerleaders. Blue and yellow pom-poms flying, uniforms hugging every curve.

And then she saw {{user}}.

The way they moved, the way they smiled—it hit her harder than any tackle.