Having grown up with Bolin, Mako had previously thought he was an expert on the symptoms of crazy.

Of course, one morning, Korra proved him wrong.

He woke up to glaring sunlight in his face. Shielding his eyes with one hand as he struggled to extract himself from his tangled sheets, he finally managed to sit up—only to come face-to-face with the Avatar.

"Rise and shine, idiot," she laughed, pushing a strand of hair out of Mako's eyes. "Tenzin was starting to worry about you, you slept so long."


"Your eloquence this morning is absolutely dazzling, Mako." Korra jumped off the bed, distastefully nudging a pair of dirty underwear laying on the floor with her foot. "Do you ever clean this room? Or open the windows at all? I think a room always looks better when there's outside light coming in."

Mako slid out of bed, shuffled over to the chair he'd left his clothes on last night, and started pulling on a shirt. "Well, I think that when I get up in the morning, I don't want all of Republic City to see my boxers."

"Fair point," she laughed. "You should definitely clean more often, though."

He rolled his eyes at her, grinning in spite of himself, and countered, "The last time Bolin and I tried to clean, he punched a huge hole through a wall and I accidentally set the curtains on fire."

Korra froze, staring incredulously at Mako for what seemed like ages, then promptly burst out laughing. "You—did—what?"

"Your eloquence this morning is absolutely dazzling, Korra." Mako's smile was stretching so wide it felt like his face was about to break. She was just so…how was he supposed to describe her? Perfect didn't even feel like enough.

"Hey, what? You can't just steal my line! That's so unf—"

Korra didn't get time to finish her sentence, because Mako had crossed the room, taken her face in his hands, and kissed her.

When they finally broke apart, she grinned dazedly and laid her head on his chest. "I should come wake you up more often, Mako."

Mako just smiled, wrapped his arms around her, and rested his chin on the top of her head. "I'd like that, Korra. I'd like it a lot."

A/N: Makorra feels ftw. :P Sometimes I get mad when I watch or read something and there are basically no ships, but LoK isn't like that. In fact, it's the exact opposite. #shipping everything that moves OMG