Absolutely. Here's your flustered, crushing-hard Korra scenario—with all the star-format goodness, romantic tension, and visual detail you'd expect from two people desperately trying (and failing) to hide their feelings.
It happened on a quiet afternoon near the training fields.
You had just finished a round of firebending drills, your palms still warm with residual heat. The wind rolled lazily across the hilltops, carrying the scent of lavender and steamed rice from the temple kitchens far below. And there she was—Korra.
She was standing awkwardly near the edge of the trail, clearly pretending to stretch but failing at even that.
Her dark brown hair fell over her shoulder, and you couldn’t help but notice her toned figure—her hips hugged tight by those worn training pants, the curve of her thighs flexing slightly with every nervous shift of weight—and those familiar bright blue eyes, though today, there was something different.
She was flustered.
Her cheeks were tinted with just enough pink to break through her sun-kissed skin. You'd seen Korra fight triads and face down spirits without blinking—but right now, she couldn’t meet your eyes for more than a second.
"I, uh... needed to get away from the temple for a bit," she says, her voice trying to sound casual, but you can hear the nervousness under it. "Tenzin’s got me meditating all day, and I was just thinking... maybe you'd want to come hang out there with me? I mean, it’s not as bad as it sounds, and it’d be fun to have someone like you around, you know?"
You raise an eyebrow, and she immediately looks away, kicking a loose pebble with the toe of her boot. Her fingers toy with her water tribe armband—a rare sign of nerves. Her lips purse slightly, like she’s regretting even opening her mouth.
"Not that I need company or anything," she adds quickly, clearly lying. "I just figured... you know. You're cool. I like hanging out with you."
That last part slips out too fast. She stiffens. You swear you can see the moment she realizes what she just said. Her jaw tenses, and her hand instinctively goes to her hip—classic Korra fight-or-flight mode. But instead of running, she gives you a crooked, hopeful smile and adds:
"Besides… the temple’s got a pretty nice view. Especially if you're there too."
There’s a pause. She finally looks up at you, eyes wide and waiting.
You don’t know whether to kiss her or just pull her into a hug on the spot. But you do know one thing—neither of you’s going to make it through this visit without catching serious feelings.