Day 1: Beginning
Whistling happily, Bolin wandered through the halls of Tenzin's house. As he walked by Asami's room, he heard something coming from inside and stopped, pressing his ear against the door.
His eyes widened as he realized she was crying.
His first thought was Oh no, is this because of what I told her? He knocked gently on the door.
"Who is it?" and her voice sounded as though she was fighting as hard as she could to make it sound normal. He answered, and she let him in.
"Everything alright in here?"
Asami nodded and sat down on her bed. She had wiped the tears away, but her red eyes betrayed her and there were tear streaks visible down her face. He had to give her credit for stopping and trying so hard to hide it, at least.
"I'm fine, Bolin." Her voice cracked just a tiny bit and she coughed to clear her throat. "Don't worry."
He sat next to her. "No you're not," he challenged, "and I'm gonna worry if I want to worry." A pause, then: "Does this…does this have anything to do with what I told you?"
Asami stared at the floor. "I broke up with him," she said finally, "And then he broke up with me at the same time and…I guess it was mutual." It came out sounding more like a question than a statement. She offered a small smile. "I'm silly for crying, I know."
"No you're not," he said again, tentatively putting a hand on her shoulder.
"But I haven't cried over any of this, so I suppose I'm crying over everything, aren't I?"
They talked like that, and eventually moving on to other topics, for hours until Bolin glanced at a clock and noted with surprise that it was nearly two-thirty in the morning.
"You should probably go then," Asami said, rising. And when he snuck out as quietly as possible, he jumped when he ran into a half-awake Tenzin looking at him sternly.
"T-Tenzin!" he stammered. "What are you doing?"
"I could ask the same of you. In fact, I will. What were you doing in there?"
"Just talking to Asami." Tenzin raised an eyebrow. "Just talking! I swear!" Tenzin left him, continuing his way back to his bedroom, and Bolin did the same.
Upon entering the room he shared with his brother, Mako stirred, and Bolin silently cursed him for being the world's lightest sleeper—a condition wrought upon him by their years of living on the streets and having to be able to awaken at the slightest thing in case of danger.
"Bo?" Mako slurred, not awake yet. "What'cha doin'? Where have you been?"
"Nowhere," Bolin whispered loudly.
"Did you have fun doing nothing?"
"Yeah," Bolin replied, slipping into bed. "I did."
It was just the beginning of the fun they would have in years to come.
A/N: I didn't even know I shipped them till I wrote this. Tumblr has corrupted me. And I couldn't think of a good way to end it, so it has a horrible ending and is much longer than it needs to be. I know it's a bit cliché, but work with me, hopefully the rest won't be so much.
Mako being a light sleeper for the reasons mentioned is my personal headcanon. I feel like it should apply to Bolin too…but at the same time I feel like Bolin sleeps like a rock. No pun intended (because I didn't even realize till after I typed it).