Gamer Girlfriend
Korra’s run had taken her longer than she thought, and it was getting dark by the time she eventually got back to their flat, legs aching, breathing hard. She tried to catch her breath in the doorway of the apartment block, and that’s when she heard the yelling. The very familiar yelling. Asami.
“You bastard! I’m going to fucking get you!”
Korra didn’t even think. She fumbled for her keys, sprinting the three flights despite the screaming in her lower limbs. She hit the front door with her shoulder, expecting it to be open, and ricocheted off, landing on her ass in the hallway. Korra lay there for a moment, a little stunned from the collision, until a shout of “You think you can fuck with me, huh?” from inside the apartment galvenised her into action. She scrambled up, unlocked the door, and stepped into the apartment. She grabbed the old hockey stick Asami insisted they keep by the door ‘just in case’. It felt reassuring in her hands; if whoever was in the flat was enough to give Asami trouble she was taking every advantage she could. Asami let loose another string of profanities from the lounge and Korra braced herself at the doorway, taking a deep breath. She gritted her teeth. And burst through.
“Alright you bas-OW! FUCK!”
“I am so, so sorry,” Asami was still apologising five minutes later, after getting ice for Korra’s rapidly swelling nose and tissues to try mop up the bleeding. Whatever Korra’s said in response was muffled under the mess she was holding to her face. She didn’t look too upset though, from what Asami could see.
Asami knew she tended to get a little carried away when she was gaming. There had been one or two complaints from the neighbours, and while Korra had never said anything she knew that it couldn’t be the most pleasant to have to hear for hours on end, so she generally made use of the time Korra wasn’t about to really get into it. For instance, when Korra went running. Which is what she’d been attempting to do, right up to the moment her girlfriend burst through the living room door wielding a hockey stick and looking for blood. Asami had reacted on instinct. It turned out a controller, when thrown with sufficient force, could really do some damage. Maybe if Korra had been a little slower on the uptake she wouldn’t have lowered the stick and she’d have had a chance at defending her face. If Asami had been a little faster she definitely wouldn’t have pitched her custom controller at Korra’s head. As it was the controller was in pieces and Korra’s face wasn’t doing much better.
“What was that?”
Korra gingerly moved the makeshift dressing away from her face for a moment.
“I said were you at least winning?”
She looked so earnest, even with the blood all down her chin. Asami had to laugh.
“Yeah, Korra. I was winning.”
“Who were you even yelling at?”
“Uh...” Asami went red. “Nobody. That you know. Um...” She looked guiltily towards the screen, still displaying the message Killed by Sharkbrows999. Korra saw where she was looking.
“Sharkbrows...?” She looked at Asami, who was staring intently at the ceiling. Korra picked up the discarded headset, hooking it over her ear.
“Asami? Your system crash or something?” came Mako’s voice. “C’mon, I got one good shot in and you ragequit on me?”
Korra took the headset back off.
“Oh he’s going to pay for this.” She muttered, even as Asami apologetically offered her more tissue for her nose.
“You know you can’t blame him, right?”
“Can if I want to,” Korra pouted, scrunching up her nose and then thinking better of it. It hadn’t been broken but it was still tender. Asami rolled her eyes good naturedly and pulled Korra closer in the bed. Korra squinted suspiciously at her.
“Are you trying to snuggle me out of wanting to kill Mako?”
“Is it working?”
“...maybe.”
When the new controller arrived in the post a few days later it was accompanied by a full-face hockey goalie helmet. Korra tried to pretend not to see the funny side.