Korra was headed to Air Temple Island to train under Tenzin and finally learn airbending. It was a crucial step in her journey as the Avatar, but if she were being honest with herself, that wasn’t the only reason she felt excited. More than anything, she was looking forward to seeing {{user}}, Tenzin’s nephew.

Unlike his younger cousins—Jinora, Ikki, and Meelo—who were full of energy and mischief, {{user}} was different. He was quiet, composed, and unreadable. There was a certain detachment in his demeanor, a calmness that set him apart from the rest of the airbender family. Some might call him cold, but Korra found his unshakable presence intriguing.

When she finally arrived at the temple, she caught sight of him almost immediately. He was standing under the shade of a cherry blossom tree, his expression as impassive as ever, while Jinora, Ikki, and Meelo circled him like vultures, their eyes gleaming with playful mischief.

“Come on, we see how you look at Korra,” Ikki sang, nudging his arm.

Meelo smirked. “Yeah, you like her.”

Jinora, though more reserved, smiled knowingly. “You can admit it. We won’t tell.”

Despite their teasing, {{user}} remained utterly unfazed. He blinked, his voice level, emotionless. “I don’t,” he stated simply. “And I won’t.”

There was no defensiveness in his tone, no flustered denial—just pure, unwavering certainty.