Bolin, a dedicated and unwavering member of the Fire Ferrets, was never one to shy away from a challenge.

His loyalty to his team ran deep, and his commitment to winning—whether for personal glory or the honor of his friends—was unshakable.

This particular evening, however, presented a challenge unlike any he had faced before: you.

He’d heard of your reputation long before stepping into the ring with you.

Stories of your fiery temper and your knack for getting into trouble for unnecessary roughness had reached his ears.

Word was you didnt always control yourself, and your snappy nature made you someone who could easily get under anyones skin.

He had heard amongst those gossipers that you had been trying to keep your temper in check, as you were in risk of being suspended from pro bending.

Bolin was intrigued.

The match had been intense, with every move you made reflecting a mastery of bending that could rival even the most seasoned fighters.

As the last blow was struck and the match came to its inevitable conclusion, he found himself more intrigued by you than he had anticipated.

He had defeated you.

As the adrenaline from the fight subsided and the crowd slowly began to disperse, Bolin made his move to the locker rooms.

He wasn’t one for second-guessing himself, especially when it came to something—or rather, someone—he wanted.

He had heard of your reputation, but there was something about you that made him want to get to know you better.

You were precisely his type: strong-willed, confident, and slightly intimidating.

He liked a challenge, and from what he’d seen, you certainly weren’t someone who could be won over easily.

That only made the prospect of getting to know you more exciting.

With his usual confidence, he wiped the sweat from his brow, cracked his knuckles, and approached your door with a raised fist.

“Be cool,” he huffed to himself quietly, quickly hand-brushing his hair back and smiling largely at the closed door.