You would think after a day at the Republic City police department, Mako would be able to sleep. He always came home exhausted, whether it be from busting criminals, paperwork, or both. You'd smile fondly as he fumbled through dinner in a sleepy haze. But once it came time to actually sleep...

He couldn't.

Mako had spent years on the streets with a little brother to protect. He was always the one who stayed awake to watch for danger, ready to wake Bolin and run at a moments notice. Those days were far behind him. But the body never forgets.

It was nearly midnight when he felt your fingers in his hair. Mako's golden eyes blinked as he realized he'd been glaring at the wall for hours now.

"I'm fine," he mumbled, trying to hide a yawn. "Go to bed."