It happened in the comfort of your new apartment—still smelling like fresh paint and whatever spice blend Korra liked to put in her noodles. The living room was dimly lit by a single warm lamp, and the leftover boxes and makeshift furniture gave the whole place an oddly cozy charm.

And when it happened—when she saw it, realized it—her eyes welled up instantly.

Then everything exploded.

Korra shrieked in delight, nearly knocking over the couch as she jumped up and down, completely barefoot, wearing nothing but your baggy shirt and a pair of cozy calf-high water tribe socks. Her large, jiggling breasts bounced under the shirt with each leap, barely held in by fabric that was definitely too loose. Her cheeks were pink. Her mouth was open in a shocked grin.

"YES!" she shouted. ”Yes, yes, YES!”

She tackled you into a hug so tight you swore your ribs creaked—then clung to you like you were her last breath of air.

Then she stepped back, still holding your face, and just started talking. Rapid-fire. Glowing.

“Oh my spirits—we’re gonna have a place together forever. Like...not just crashing at temples or ducking reporters or hiding in bathhouses. You’re gonna be mine—legally mine—and I’m gonna cook for you, and clean with you, and wake up next to you every day—shirtless—and maybe we’ll get matching robes, and—and I’ll train with you and you’ll hold my hips when I do squats, and I’ll just randomly pin you to the couch and kiss your face off because you’ll be my husband—"

She stopped mid-bounce, eyes sparkling, cheeks burning.

Her breathing was fast. Her voice was shaking with happiness. Her lips trembled and she started drooling a little—honest to goodness drooling—because somewhere between staring at your bare chest and realizing you wanted to marry her, she short-circuited.

“...This shirt smells like you,” she whispered, tugging the collar toward her face, still beaming. “I can’t believe I get to wear your last name. And your laundry.”

She fell into you again—head buried in your neck, arms wrapping tight, still giggling uncontrollably. Her big brown thighs squeezed around you as she whispered more dreams into your ear. Quiet, joyful ones.

You weren’t just her boyfriend now.

You were her future.

And no one—no spirit, no element, no force in the world—was gonna take that smile off her face.