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It was three in the morning and this could not be happening right now. Korra had spent the entirety of the night typing up this goddamn essay for her anatomy class. She had locked herself in her room, turned off her phone, and spent the last eleven hours typing this shit up. This could not be happening.
“Work you piece of shit!” Korra slammed her hand on the back of her laptop. “I need to turn this in by 5 am and I want to sleep!” Korra shook her laptop. “Wooooooooooork.” She attempted to connect to the internet one more time. Nope. Nothing.
Korra turned on her phone and dialed Mako. She needed this fixed by like… now. She needed this fixed now. Mako was just nerd enough to know how to do this.
“Haunmmgh”
“Oh Mako, thank god you answered. I need your help. It’s important. An emergency even.”
“Oh shit.” Korra could hear Mako scrambling on the other side of the line. “Oh shit. Are you hurt? Do you need help? Oh shit. Where are you? I’m putting on my pants.”
“No, no, nothing like that. But thanks. I just have a computer problem I need fixed. I have that big essay due at 5, and its already like,” She glances up at the clock. “3:34. And I haven’t slept and I’m running on coffee and I have practice at 6 and oh my god please help.”
There's a pause on the other line. “You called me for a computer problem? Korra I was sleeping! Fuck you.”
“So you’ll help?”
“Call IT department. You know that they’re open all over campus 24 hours a day. 24 hours a day just for procrastinators like you.”
“That should be their slogan.” Korra honestly had forgotten about the IT department. “But Mako. I don’t want to have to deal with a stranger at 3 in the fucking morning. I’m in those polar bear pajamas. You know the ones. And I’m awful to deal with in the morning.”
“Even more reason for me not to come over.”
“Makoooooooooo”, Korra whined into the phone. “I know you have a heart in that big empty chest cavity of yours somewhere. Please help me ouuuut.”
“Okay, wow. You really are unbearable in the mornings. I’m going to sleep, but I’ll send over the number to the campus IT department, okay? That’s the best I can do.”
“Makoooooooooooooo-” The line went dead. He hung up on her.
A second later, her phone pinged with a text.
Sharkbrows: HERE.
Attached Contact: IT Department
Korra didn’t even bother getting changed out of her pajamas. The person who answered the phone said that they would send someone over right away to fix the problem, and more than likely, Korra assumed it would be a snotty freshman. Who cares if some dorky IT boy saw her in her PJ’s. They were comfy.
The door banged and Korra had to jump over numerous piles of clothes and shit she left laying out just to get to there.
“He-” Korra opened the door and this most certainly was not a snotty freshman kid. A woman, who looked about her age, stood in front of Korra wearing a simple red tee shirt with black shorts. “-eeeyyyyyy.”
“Hi. Did someone here call IT?”
“Yes. That’s me. I called. I’m the person that called IT.” Korra stumbled out nervously. This is not the first impression she wanted. Fuck these pajamas.
“Okaaay. What seems to be the problem? Would you mind if I came in?”
“Oh yeah, right. Sorry. It’s early and I haven't slept and I really need to send in my essay.” Korra opened the door wider and stepped out of the way. She quickly kicked a pile of clothes to the side. “Sorry about the mess. It doesn’t normally look like this.” Lies. “I’ve had a long night.”
“I can relate. I’m Asami by the way. Nice to meet you.”
“Korra. I’m Korra.”
Asami ended up fixing Korra’s internet in the first fifteen minutes that she arrived. Something about the router and some other shit Korra wasn’t listening to. Asami spent another extra fifteen minutes explaining how Korra could fix the problem herself if the problem ever came up again. Korra would not be fixing it herself next time, and would most certainly be calling the IT department again to see Asami.
“Sorry again for calling so late.”
“Korra, stop apologizing. Its my job to handle late night calls. Its literally my job. It’s not an inconvenience or anything.”
By the time Korra finally got to bed, it was 4:47. She slept through her early morning practice.
This time, she would be ready for her. She would clean up her room and she would not be wearing her pajamas. Asami would not get the best of her this time.
Opal, Korra’s flatmate, passed by her room on the way back from psychology class. “Ohhh.. Korra’s actually cleaning? What is this, the apocalypse?” She imitated an explosion.
“Oh shut up. Maybe I just thought it was time to clean my room. You’ve been begging me to clean ever since we moved into this apartment together. Why are you complaining?”
“Buuuuuullshit.” Opal sang. “There has to be some ulterior motive. I haven’t ever seen you clean your room. And what is this? Our second year rooming together?”
“There’s no ulterior motive.”
“Oh my god. You have a date.”
“How do you figure that?”
“Korra. You are about to vacuum. I’ve never even seen you straighten your room, let alone vacuum. You must be pre-tty smitten with someone if you are going that far. So, who is it? When do I get to meet her? Or him? Oh my gosh tell me everything.” Opal dumped her backpack outside Korra’s room and jumped up on her bed. “Come on! Spill!”
“-t’s no one.” Korra grumbled. She could feel her ears burning up from the obvious blush on her face.
“Liar.”
“Am not. I don’t have a date or anything. I’m just cleaning up for the IT person.”
Opal raised her eyebrows. “The IT person? Okay, I have so many questions. I dont know where to even begin.”
“Then don’t.”
“Shut up.” Opal rolled over on the bed, kicking her legs in the air. “Okay. One. Is your computer is broken?”
Korra sat down in her swivel chair across from Opal. “Ummm… no?” Opal made a humming noise, obviously thinking over Korra’s answer. “But, I mean. You never know when something could go wrong right? Its always better to be prepared.”
“You’re cleaning your room just in case your computer breaks and just in case you have to call IT and just in case -”
“Okay, okay I get it!” Korra interrupted “I mean it sounds stupid when you say it.”
“Nope. It’s just stupid in general. I could call Jinora if you want and make her say it too. ‘would still sound stupid.”
“Ugggnnnnhhh.” Korra groaned, putting her hands to her face. “Okay, I had computer problems last week and I called the IT department and I was expecting some slimy nerd to come over but it wasn’t. I answered the door and this gorgeous girl was there and she helped me and she was so nice and sweet.” She slid her hands down her face in a dramatic effort to make Opal understand her frustration. “Opal. I was wearing my polar bear pajamas.”
“The ones with the hearts?”
“Yeeeeesssss.” She groaned again. “And my hair was a mess too. It was three in the morning but she looked so beautiful. It has to be illegal to look that good at three in the morning.”
“Man. You got it bad. What were you planning to do? Clean up and then break your computer?”
“Maybe.”
“Oh lord.”
“Hey Asami.” Korra opened the door to the apartment. “Thanks for coming over, it looks like my computers broken again.”
“No problem. Its nice to see a familiar face once in a while.” Asami smiled.
“And you must be Asami.” Opal came out from her room to greet the girl. “Korra has been going on and on about you! Won’t shut up about it quite frankly. In fact -”
“ALRIGHT OPAL NICE TO SEE YOU THANKS FOR STOPPING BY.” Korra quickly pushed the girl out of the apartment.
“Korra, I live here-”
“WHATS THAT? I THINK BOLIN SAID HE NEEDED YOU BYEEE.” Korra shut the door and locked it. Just in case. She could feel the heat on the back of her neck from embarrassment. She turned to Asami, “Haha…. Sorry about that. Between you and me I think Opal is a little..” She waved her arms in the air. “Crazy. She’s straight loco sometimes. But what can you do?”
Korra’s phone buzzed with a text message.
Opal: Fuck you.
“Here, I’ll show you to my room. My laptop keeps overheating and I don’t know how to fix it.”
Korra’s phone buzzed again.
Opal: Good luck though. She IS cute. ;) Text me when you guys are done making out.
By the fourth time she comes up with an excuse to call IT, Korra knew just about everything there is to know about Asami. She is a third year engineering student, a single child, and she lives off campus. She’s captain of the robotics team and her team just made it into state finals. She loves cars and she loves racing. She has a motorcycle and she wants to help people after she graduates. She’s one of the most thoughtful and beautiful person Korra has ever met.
They get along really well, and even though it only takes Asami ten minutes to fix her computer, she always ends up staying an extra hour just to talk to Korra.
“Korra, I have a hard time believing that you didn’t know how to fix this. Literally all you had to do was cntrl alt delete the screen.”
“Unless…”, She started with a smirk, “You really are that stupid.” She leans up from her chair and crawls onto the bed, right next to Korra.
“Huh? Huh? Has the great and mighty Korra finally found her one weakness? Technology? From what I've heard, you are amazing at everything so this just can’t be true. There must be some mistake.”
Shit. Everytime Asami comes over, Korra has attempted to impress her with not so subtle bragging. So far: no results. Now all of her shallow comments were coming back to bite her in the ass.
Asami was challenging her and she knew it too, based on that shit eating grin she had on.
“Uhmmm…”
Korra had to choose between :
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Admitting she was faking all these computer disasters, just to have the pretty girl from the IT department come up to fix them.
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Pretend that yes, she just was that stupid.
“I guess I’m just pretty dumb! Haha….haaa…” Korra trailed off, rubbing the back of her neck.
Her ego could take the hit if it meant Asami would still visit her.
“Is Asami there?”
“Uhm, I’m sorry miss, you must have the wrong number. This is the IT department.”
“No, no, Asami is one of your employees. She fixes my computer all the time. Is she working? It’s an emergency.” Korra paces around her room, picking up stray clothes on the floor. She has to make the room presentable for when Asami comes over.
“Unfortunately, she isn’t working right now. What seems to be the problem? I can come over personally if its -” Korra hangs up the phone. It can wait.