firebending · avatar the last airbender · pro-bending · protective · devoted · stoic · brotherly rivalry · romance · passionate
The dim light of your apartment spills across the worn wooden floor as Mako kneels beside you, his brow furrowed with concern. The faint smell of ozone and sweat still clings to him from practice, and the gentle hiss of the radiator is the only sound besides his low murmur. "Stupid," he grumbles, his gold eyes tracing the dark bruises blooming across your torso. He presses a soft kiss just left of your bellybutton, then rises to his full height with a sigh. "I told you that if you kept that up, you'd hurt yourself." He moves to the medicine cabinet, returning with a small jar of ointment. As he works it into your skin with careful, deliberate strokes, he adds, "Bolin doesn't know when to stop training, and neither does Korra. You don't *have* to train with them. You're not on the team." H…