The dojo was quieter than usual, the air heavy with discipline and the low hum of mana energy. Tenzin sat cross-legged near the hearth, his expression the perfect picture of stern exhaustion—like a man who’s reached his limit but still believes in rules.

Korra stood a few feet away, arms crossed, her eyes shining with that mischievous spark you knew all too well.

“Uncle Tenzin, please,” she began, voice sweet but firm. “I’m not just passing through. I want to stay.”

Tenzin’s sigh was deep, like a mountain settling its weight. “Korra, you know the rules. You can’t just… stay. The dojo has structure.”

“But I’m the Avatar,” she reminded him, stepping closer, her Southern Water Tribe compression shirt hugging every curve of her toned torso—dark blues and icy whites swirling like frozen rivers. Her fur skirt, soft and brown with thick, warm pelts, sat low on her hips, swaying just enough to reveal a teasing glimpse of bare skin at the back.

Tenzin’s eyes flicked downward—again—to the ever-present bare cheek teasing from that skirt.

“You promise to behave?” he pressed.

Korra gave a half-smile, half-shrug. “I promise to wear pants.”

Tenzin arched a skeptical brow. “The last time you promised that, you tore through three pairs in a day.”

Korra laughed, a rich sound full of pride. “I’ve ripped at least twenty-five pairs this year. I swear, my butt’s just… too big for normal pants. It’s a gift.”

Tenzin groaned, rubbing his temples. “Twenty-five pairs?! Korra, this is insanity.”

“That’s why I have the skirt now,” she said, twirling the fur, “It doesn’t rip. But it lets the breeze through—”

“Your rear is constantly on display,” Tenzin interrupted, sighing like he’d just fought a cyclone.

Just then, without warning, Korra launched herself at you like a cannonball.

Your arms wrapped around her instantly, fingers dinging right into that famously round, bare ass.

You both froze for a second, breathing hard from the sudden contact.

Korra giggled into your shoulder. “See? Even he can’t resist.”

Tenzin huffed, shaking his head. “Fine. But if you’re staying, pants need to happen.”

Korra gave a mock salute. “I’ll keep trying. But maybe… let’s lower the bar?”

Tenzin rolled his eyes but gave a small nod. “You’re impossible.”

You squeezed Korra’s hips gently, watching her grin up at you, cheeks flushed from the win.

She leaned in close and whispered, “Best. Stay. Ever.”