Burn Me From the Inside Out Part 6

    Lin paced back and forth in her apartment, the faint click of her heels against the floor echoing in the otherwise quiet room. She glanced at the clock again, willing time to move faster, but it seemed to stretch on endlessly. The anticipation of the night ahead was a mixture of excitement and anxiety, and no matter how many times she checked her appearance in the mirror, it didn't seem to ease the fluttering in her stomach.

    Her mind kept drifting back to the memory of their first phone call on the night of Koko's arrest. The way Koko's voice had sounded so different yet the same- warm, comforting, yet full of a playful energy that made her laugh before she even realized it. She remembered the way she’d asked about her day (excluding the mishap with her), listening attentively as if she had all the time in the world, and the way they had seamlessly fallen into easy conversation, as though they’d known each other far longer than they actually had.

    “What about the upcoming probending match at the arena? It'll be the first one to start the new season.”

    “You want to go there for our first date?” Lin asked, incredulous.

    “Why not?” Koko’s warm voice drifted over the receiver. “Didn’t your mom create the sport? When’s the last time you went to a match?”

    The question was innocent enough, but it sent a cold shiver down Lin’s spine. For a moment, she felt a tightening in her chest, as if the very air around her had shifted. The image of an airship racing away from the arena flashed in her mind, its dark shape cutting through the sky like a shadow from her past. She could almost hear the hum of its engines and the frantic chaos that had erupted below. The Equalists. The fear. The fight for control.

   Then came the sparks- those violent arcs of energy that had danced across her skin, tingling and searing with an intensity she would never forget. It wasn’t just the power; it was the helplessness, the feeling that she could do nothing to stop it. The chaos she couldn’t contain.

   And then Korra falling. Her body becoming smaller as she veered towards the ground. A sense of vertigo that had consumed everything. Tenzin crumpled beside her, his face etched with pain, his body twisted in ways that still haunted Lin’s memory.

    It had been one of the darkest days of her life, and now the thought of stepping foot in that arena again- where it all began- felt like reopening an old wound. The arena was no longer just a place of sport to her; it was a reminder of everything that had been lost, how she played right into Amon's hands. Even a few years later, the shame and helplessness threatened to consume her mind. But even then...

“It’s been a while.” 

    “Well, then why don’t we go? I think it’ll be perfect! It's a good way to ease you into this. It won't have the obligations of a mushy date, we can get dinner or take out after too!”

    The dread that had gripped her was slowly replaced by a warm, soothing sensation. Lin’s smile softened, a tender hint of surprise in her expression. “You don’t have to do that for me.”

     “Hey, I’m partly doing it for me too,” Koko chuckled. “I’ve never been to a probending match before and I’d love to rub it in Jin’s face that I went to one before him.”

    Lin rolled her eyes. “So, you’re just using me for spite.”

“Spite- and for beautiful company.”

     Lin's face turned red, her voice uneasy and awkward as she muttered, "I think I'm the one with the beautiful company."

    Koko let out a snort on the other end, teasing, "Well, now I'm flattered."

"Quit it," Lin snapped.

"Mm, I don't think I will."

      That conversation had been one of those rare moments that left an imprint, a feeling of connection she couldn’t shake. It was like a spark, a flicker of something she hadn’t felt in a long time. But now, standing alone in her apartment, preparing for the night, that memory was all she could hear. Her voice replayed in her mind, and with it came a sense of vulnerability. Was this really happening? Was she ready for this? She felt like with Koko there, she could face the ghosts that linger in the shadows of the dome shaped building.

     The phone call had been innocent enough, just a casual conversation that ended with a promise to meet in person later that week. But now, as she prepared to step out the door, it felt like so much more. The weight of the possibility of what might unfold made her heart race, and she knew she was in uncharted territory.

     Taking a deep breath, Lin tried to shake off the nerves. She was excited, but the mix of emotions was almost overwhelming. She reached for her bag, running a final check through her essentials: wallet, keys, and of course, a piece of of metal for her to toy with if she got too nervous. She was ready, or at least, she had to be.

   She stepped out of her apartment complex into the refreshing early night, the cool breeze swirling around her as it gently tugged at a few stray strands of her gray waves, causing them to fall out of place. She couldn’t resist fixing them, a nervous habit she believed she had left behind, running her fingers through her hair now that it was free from the pins and clips she was used to. She also touched up her tinted gloss, even if it only looked the slightest bit dull. Spirits, she felt like a real woman again (not that she felt any less). she hasn't felt this put together in a long time, and for a date no less. Her hands trembled as she dug around for her keys while she approached her sato mobile, the sound of her heeled boots clicking against the walls of the nearby buildings echoing all around her, perfectly in sync with the rhythm of her heartbeat. The time was drawing nearer to meet up with Koko at the arena and the idea of seeing each other mutually was daunting to her. She couldn't control this situation, she could only be a part of it, they had to be a team of some sort, a well oiled machine. Push and pull instead of push, push, push like she was used to. She doesn't know if she can even do that anymore, she can't remember what that was even like.

    As she maneuvered through the traffic of the crowded streets of Republic City, the pit in her chest only seemed to grow larger, her anxiety swirling and mixing with a rising tide of anticipation. She was really going to do this. With each passing day, drawing her closer to Koko, her heart pounded in her chest, as if it might burst at any moment. She couldn’t help but worry about how she'd come across- what if she seemed stiff or humorless because of her nerves, or worse, sharp and bitter in her discomfort? She desperately wanted to get this right, but it felt like her time with Tenzin had faded into a distant memory, leaving her unsure of what a relationship was supposed to feel like or how it was meant to unfold. But then, she couldn't help but wonder: Was her relationship with Tenzin ever really ideal to begin with? Perhaps in the beginning, but as time went on, even she had to admit that it wasn’t going to work anymore. This time was different, though, and she had to remind herself of that- this wasn’t Tenzin. This was Koko. Sweet, tall, beautiful Koko, and this was her chance to get it right.

    Lin pulled into the parking lot outside the dome, her eyes scanning the crowd of people making their way down the cement dock toward the building in the bay. The arena illuminated the dark parking lot like a beacon in the night, its tall and wide form looming over her in the distance, threatening and allurring all at once. She shivered as she continued to avoid looking directly at it, which was near impossible. She averted her gaze as she proceeded to look for the tall woman with charcoal and white hair. They had agreed to meet at the dock entrance so they could walk in together and find their seats. Part of her- darker and filled with resentment- secretly hoped she wouldn’t find her, craving something to fuel her anger and bitterness toward relationships, but then, just as that slimy thought popped up, she spotted her. At the edge of the drifting crowd stood Koko dressed in a simple dark red sweater, black slacks, and freshly polished black boots. Her hair was loosely braided down her back, strands of silver and black woven together like a rope of silk. She was turning her head every which way, an eager expression on her scarred face as she too looked for Lin in the bustling crowd. She was stunning, and Lin couldn’t help but think- maybe even too stunning for her.

    With one final exhale, Lin stepped out of the vehicle to head towards her, the clicking of her boots alerting Koko of her approach as she whipped around and smiled widely at Lin. Koko waved their tickets around, drawing Lin's attention to her ring cladded fingers. She started to speak as Lin was hypnotized by how long and graceful the rings made her fingers look, "I've already got the tickets and I think you'll be happy about the seats I got us!"

   "O-oh?" Lin stammered, quickly clearing her throat and looking away. Her fingers nervously ran through her hair as the breeze teased the strands loose once again. Koko, ever observant, noticed the small, anxious twitch of Lin’s hand and, without a word, reached forward. She gently swept the loose strands of hair behind Lin’s ear, her touch soft and reassuring. Lin’s breath caught in her throat, an inaudible gasp escaping her lips as a deep flush spread across her cheeks. Koko smiled at her with such warmth, it made Lin’s heart skip a beat. "You look beautiful, Lin." 

   Koko's gaze roamed her face, her hair, and her outfit, taking it all in. Lin went with a more casual look, much like Koko. She wore a simple green button-up shirt that was cinched at the waist, paired with dark forest green slacks with matching green heeled boots, and in her hands she clutched a simple gray pocket book. Her eyes trailed back up to Lin's face, the weight of her gaze heavy as she studied every feature. Lin's hair was loose and parted to the side, not a single pin holding it down making it appear more fluffy and soft. Her face was flawless, with not a single trace of makeup, except for a subtle tinted gloss that shimmered softly, catching the reflection of the arena lights as they bathed her in a gentle glow.

    "Is that..." Koko muttered as her hand slowly cupped Lin's chin, raising her face closer to hers. "Lipgloss?"

Lin stiffened slightly, "Yes."

    Koko looked her over once more before smirking, her tone light and teasing, "You got all dolled up just for me?"

"I- yes- stop that!"

"I didn't even do anything!"

"Yes, you did! You're sweet talking me!"

"It's called flirting, Lin." 

"I'll call it whatever I want."

   Koko let her go, covering her mouth as a soft giggle escaped. Her cheeks flushed a deep rosy pink, and the arena lights behind her cast a glowing halo around her figure, making her seem like a star shining brightly in the night sky. "I'm sorry, Lin. You're just too easy! It's a beautiful color on you. I also like your hair like this... it’s more... free. It suits you."

    "I suppose..." Lin observed Koko from head to toe with a discerning gaze, "You clean up well."

    Koko let out a snort, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Don't go get all flustered on me now, chief."

    Lin muttered under her breath, crossing her arms as she tried to hide her slight embarrassment. "Let's just get inside."

    Koko grinned, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Yes, ma'am," she chuckled, clearly enjoying every moment.

   Koko extended her arm toward Lin with a gentle smile, her eyes silently urging Lin to take it. Lin’s cheeks flushed, a small warmth spreading through her as she looped her arm around Koko’s, and together, they joined the steady flow of people heading into the building. Lin gripped her arm a little tighter, feeling a quiet sense of gratitude for the comfort Koko offered, completely unaware of the weight Lin was carrying. As they drew closer to the dome, Lin’s heart tightened in her chest. The familiar, heavy feeling of dread crept over her, but she focused on keeping her breathing even, trying to steady herself. The warmth of Koko’s presence beside her was a subtle yet grounding reminder that she wasn’t alone, that no matter what lay ahead, they could face it as a team. At least, she hoped. She loosened her grip slightly, but the apprehension still lingered in her chest, weighing her down.

    As soon as they crossed the threshold and stepped into the dome, the hum of the crowd filling the air, Koko spoke up with a light chuckle. "You know, I was thinking about something you said the second time we met, about how you and Jin have similar names."

   Lin turned toward her, a puzzled frown knitting her brow as she glanced at Koko, feeling a mix of uncertainty and curiosity. "Okay?" she replied, unsure of where this conversation was heading.

    Koko's eyes sparkled with amusement as they made their way up the crowded stairs, the noise and energy of the spectators pressing in from all sides. "I just think it's funny," she continued, her smile wide and playful. "Lin and Jin, my two favorite ins!"

    Lin couldn't help but smile back, her expression softening. The playful mention of her name and Jin’s made her feel oddly comforted. "I've been meaning to ask you, though... how did you meet Jin? You two are quite close."

     Koko's smile faltered for a brief moment as she looked away, a hint of nervousness flashing across her face. Lin knew right then it wasn't something she was comfortable sharing with her. She bit her lip, her eyes avoiding Lin's as they maneuvered through the rows, stepping carefully over scattered bags and belongings, the crowd thickening as they moved. She kept a steady grip on Lin’s arm, guiding her through the sea of people, ensuring she wouldn’t trip or stumble. The two of them finally reached their designated section, which turned out to be mostly empty. It was situated in the first row, with an unobstructed, perfect view of the match.

    Koko stopped and released her arm to pull a hankchief out of her back pocket and started to lean over the bench to wipe the seat off for Lin. She sputtered watching the woman as she cleaned the seat, "is that necessary?!"

     Koko looked up at her with a cocked brow, "This building is built over water and I imagine it gets quite humid in here during the day. Do you want a wet butt?"

    Lin whacked her on the shoulder with her pocket book, "Do not be inappropriate."

"Is 'butt' inappropriate language?"

    Lin whacked her again as she laughed. She finished with the task at hand, a proud, content smile spreading across her face as she gestured for Lin to sit beside her. They had a few minutes before the match began, and in the midst of the buzzing crowd, their section felt almost like a quiet little bubble, as if the rest of the world had faded away. They were nearly alone, save for a few scattered spectators in the distance. Lin lowered herself into the seat next to Koko, but she sat with a stiff posture, her back straight and rigid, her nerves preventing her from relaxing. The tension in her body was palpable, and the warmth radiating off her was almost tangible in the cool air.

     She felt strangely self-conscious sitting next to Koko, her mind racing with uncertainty. Should I apologize for asking about Jin? she wondered. I should just drop it, let the silence linger. I don’t want to make things awkward. The peaceful quiet between them felt fragile, as if one wrong word might shatter it.

    Lin’s fingers twitched, longing to reach into her purse and feel the cool metal resting at the bottom, to trace its smooth surface and let its weight ground her in the moment. She wanted to focus on something familiar, something that didn’t carry the weight of her unease. What do we talk about now? she thought, glancing subtly at Koko. We’ve already arrived at the building. What comes next? Her mind seemed to spiral, overthinking every little detail. Should I start a conversation? Ask her something else?

   She sighed quietly, trying to push the thoughts aside. You’re overthinking this, she scolded herself. The pressure to act a certain way or say the right thing was starting to feel overwhelming.

"Jin and I grew up on the streets together."

    Lin jumped at the sound of Koko's voice and turned towards her. The woman next to her gazed at the empty platform in the middle of the water, a distant and nostalgic look on her face. Her smile was soft and her eyes seemed tired as her crows feet remained lax in the absence of joy, Lin was starting to feel like she needed to apologize here, but before she could get the words out, Koko conitued to speak, her voice soft as she reminisced on old times, "We both lost our parents when we were really young, and around that time, the streets were flooded with kids, I think the majority of the town's population was just orphaned children. The nation was still recovering from the war, and there wasn't a proper foster care system in place yet since there was so much to do to undo Ozai's policies, so we had to take matters into our own hands."

   Koko turned towards Lin, her gaze snapping back to the present. "I get embarrassed talking about it sometimes because of the way it changes people's opinions about me. I've had a lot of my comrades back in my service days refer to me as vermin when I'd 'outshine' them. They really liked to remind me where I came from, nothing."

    "Well, they're wrong!" Lin spat, her fury igniting only to fade just as swiftly. She slumped in her seat, her voice sharp and fragmented, her words spilling out in a rush, "I- I'm sorry for asking."

   Koko blinked, her brows furrowing in confusion as her lips tugged into a frown. "Why are you sorry for asking? I don’t mind telling you."

   "I’m sorry for bringing up unpleasant memories," Lin stammered, her eyes shifting uncomfortably. "This is supposed to be a date, and we’re supposed to be having a good time."

   Koko’s expression softened, her hesitation evident as she slowly reached for Lin’s hand. Her fingers threaded through Lin’s, the grip firm yet gentle. "Lin," she said, her voice low and earnest, "Relax, ok? I want to tell you everything about me and I want you to tell me everything about you. I'll let you know if I can't talk about something and I expect the same from you."

    Lin squeezed back tentatively. She would be lying if she said she wasn't curious about her life, about how the streets made her who she is today. It was a mystery how she ended up being so warm and steady, so put together. She wanted to know it all- her life, her experiences, likes, dislikes- everything. It was almost too much to bear, the weight of her curiosity for this woman. Lin was so completely absorbed in the depth of Koko’s eyes that the sharp sound of the buzzer, signaling the start of the match, passed by unnoticed. Her mind was elsewhere, lost in the moment. Spirits, she realized with a jolt- she hadn’t even glanced at the teams, hadn’t bothered to check who was facing off against who. The whole world around her had faded, leaving only Koko in her focus.

   Lin turned back toward the platform, her eyes narrowing as the two teams faced off, elemental forces whizzing through the air. The players were young and nimble, their movements a combination of brute strength and practiced fluidity, dodging, striking, and retaliating with ease. She followed the trail of water and earth as they hurled the flying discs from one end of the arena to the other, the elements pushing them through the air with speed and force.

   But something felt off. As she watched more closely, she realized both teams were struggling with their aim. The discs often veered off course, spinning awkwardly or missing their targets entirely. The lack of precision was jarring, and Lin found herself losing interest.

   She couldn’t help but compare it to the fiery intensity of the Fire Ferrets’ match with the White Wolf Bats. The sharpness, the high-stakes energy- it had been so much more engaging. This game, however, felt clumsy, lacking the finesse that had made the previous matches so exciting. Lin pursed her lips, disappointed that this one hadn’t lived up to her expectations.

   The shock of the intrusive thought sent a shiver down her spine, fear and dread sinking into her as her eyes started scanning the stadium, watching, waiting. Even with their section mostly emtpy, it felt like there was a figure looming behind her, its eyes boring into her back. Lin wanted to turn around to look at the spectators behind them, just in case. Before she lost the battle of will, she felt the slight, soothing caress of Koko's thumb on her hand. Her voice started to drift through the sounds of the crowd and the blaring speaker of the spokesman, "I used to scrub floors for food and help carry firewood and coals for a place to sleep. Honestly, I didn’t mind carrying them- I actually liked it. Jin was too frail to do it himself, so it made me feel strong and reliable, like I was doing something important. Helping my community, I guess. But the worst job I ever had was when I needed money for medicine. Jin had a high fever that wouldn’t break for several days, and I was desperate to find work. I ended up taking a job, though it turned out to be for a thug. He wanted me to beat up someone who owed him money."

   Lin relaxed as she let her voice wash over her and brushed their shoulders together as she continued to watch the players fumble around the platform like rhino ants. "Did you do it?"

   Koko sighed, her shoulders sagging against Lin's, ashamed. "I did. I'm not proud of it, but I needed that medicine. He always had a weak immune system so he got sick frequently, but that time it was more detrimental. I decided right then and there that losing him felt worse than losing my morals."

    "You really care about him, Koko," Lin said softly, her tone gentle but firm. "That's not something to be ashamed of. In fact, it's a rare and beautiful thing. Caring for someone deeply shows strength, not weakness."

   Koko's smile turned self deprecating, her tone solemn as she said, "I've never even told him about it once he recovered. He doesn't know how I got the medicine, he doesn't even remember being sick and it's better that way. I didn’t want him to feel like more of a burden than he already does."

     Lin squeezed her hand reassuringly, not an ounce of judgment in her expression as she leaned closer to her, "You did everything you could to save him, and in the end, it paid off."

   "Someone else still got hurt in the end because I chose his life over theirs and I have to live with that... but I felt like I had no other choice, I was just a kid not a doctor. That's still not an excuse for going through with it, but there was no one else to care for him but me and I couldn't fail him. I sacrificed a lot of my childhood caring for him and working, I don't regret it, but it's sad to think I never really got to be a child."

    "I can almost share the sentiment," Lin said, her voice laced with a hint of bitterness as words began to spill out against her will. "I took care of Su for most of our childhood, and honestly, it felt like I sacrificed a part of myself just to keep her afloat. I was always the one holding things together, putting her needs first, even when it meant ignoring my own. Mom would say, 'You're her older sister and it's your responsibility to look out for her.' It was exhausting, and looking back, it feels like I gave up so much- my time, my freedom, even my sense of self- all for someone who never seemed to appreciate it, but it appears to me that Jin does appreciate you at least. I didn't get that until I had to physically fight Su-"

   Lin clamped her mouth shut before anymore truths and old resentments could spill out. She clenched her jaw, fighting to keep the bitterness from tainting the air more than it already had. The emotions swirled inside her, threatening to overflow, but she held them in check. Koko, sensing her turmoil, gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, silently encouraging her to remain quiet if that’s what she needed. It was a simple gesture, yet it spoke volumes. Koko had a way of making Lin feel understood without demanding anything in return. She truly was the sweetest person.

   Lin cleared her throat before changing the subject, "I hope you weren't too shocked when I thought you two were married."

  Koko leaned back and cackled, the tension in the air dissappearing with each exhale of laughter. "Oh, trust me. That's been a running joke between him and I for most of our lives. At one point, I really thought we should've just went ahead and tied the knot."

    The buzzer rang again, signaling the end of the first match, and the deafening cheers and boos from the crowd drowned out the rest of their conversation. Lin and Koko sat close together, content as they watched the next round unfold. Lin sank further into Koko’s shoulder, her head just a hair’s breadth away from it. For the first time since stepping into the building, Lin felt at ease, her body relaxing as she focused on the players. Koko’s soft thumb gently traced her skin, the soothing motion sending waves of comfort through her. The warmth of Koko’s presence enveloped her, making her feel cozy and safe, something she hadn't found in another person in a long time.

     Lin’s eyelids grew heavy, and she leaned more into Koko’s shoulder. She could’ve sworn Koko stopped breathing for a moment as she nuzzled closer, their sides flushed together, but the pull of sleep gradually distracted her thoughts. She sat there, content, watching as one by one, the players were knocked off the platform and sent tumbling into the water. It felt so peaceful, so perfect. She could have fallen asleep right then and there, surrounded by the noise of the crowd.

     But just as she was about to drift off, something caught her eye from down the row. A movement- someone reaching into a popcorn bucket. The image blurred, as if sleep had clouded her vision, and she swore she saw a gloved hand come out, slick with butter and kernels. Her heart jolted, and she shot upright, startling Koko. The sleep-induced haze cleared in an instant as adrenaline surged through her. Once her vision sharpened, she realized it was just a normal, buttery hand. But her heart was racing, thumping erratically in her chest, the remnants of peace vanishing into thin air.

    "Hey, what’s wrong?" Koko asked, her voice full of concern.

    Lin quickly swiveled to face her, but her voice felt distant, as though she were hearing it from far away. Her knuckles were white from gripping Koko’s hand too tightly, and her breath was shallow. Her vision was narrowing, and all she could hear was the harsh buzzing of the spirit-saken buzzer and the grating voice of the announcer. The cheers from the crowd felt distant and distorted, as if she wasn't there. She felt Koko jostle her slightly, but was numb to the motion. The voices and images all around her began to blur together and she had the fleeting thought that she was going to faint.

    She was utterly still, as though she had turned to stone, her body rigid and unyielding. Her breath came in shallow, ragged gasps, each one more strained than the last. Something was terrifying her, paralyzing her with fear, but Koko couldn’t figure out what it was. Lin wasn’t responding to her voice, nor to the gentle nudges of her movements. The few people in their section were beginning to notice, casting curious glances at the unusual scene unfolding before them. Some were disdainful as they interrupted the game, some were intrigued as a few people appeared to recognize the chief. Koko could feel the weight of their stares push against them from all sides, but she had no time to care. Lin needed help, and fast. The only thing that seemed clear was that Koko had to get her out of there.

    Koko winced as she rose from her seat. Lin’s grip on her hand was so tight, it felt like her bones were being crushed together. She could hear the strain, the creaking sound as Lin’s fingers tightened, like something was about to snap. With great effort, Koko managed to pull Lin to her feet. To her surprise, Lin wasn’t as stiff as she appeared; her body gave just enough for Koko to help guide her through the rows of seats and down the stairs. As they moved, Koko kept her focus on Lin’s face, her expression vacant and distant, still not registering the world around her. The shadows of the hall ahead were a temporary refuge, away from the eyes of the spectators.

    Once they reached the hall, Koko scanned the nearby rooms in a frantic search. Finally, she found an empty one, tucked away from the public eye, where Lin could collect herself. Koko half-guided, half-dragged her into the room, her own heart pounding as she tried to make sense of the situation. She led Lin to a wooden crate in the corner and gently helped her sit. Lin’s breathing was still shallow, but at least it wasn’t as quick, the erratic gasps beginning to steady. Her eyes, though, were still glazed, unseeing, far away as if she was trapped in some inner nightmare. The tremors that shook her body were subtle but undeniable. Koko’s heart clenched at the sight. It was almost impossible to believe, but it seemed as though Lin was having a full-on panic attack. The stoic, unshakable woman was not invincible after all- she was human, just like anyone else.

    Koko kneeled in front of Lin, her body steadying despite the anxiety that twisted in her chest. She could still feel the heat of Lin’s grip on her hand, the strength in it, though it was now more of a lifeline than a source of tension as it laid in Lin's lap. Koko reached up with her other hand, brushing her fingers gently over Lin’s cheek, feeling the soft skin beneath her touch, the faint scars that marked her history. She let her fingers linger there, caressing the lines of wear and experience, as though trying to reach through the panic and into the person she knew. Her voice was a whisper, warm and steady, "Hey, it’s okay. You’re safe here. There’s no danger. I’m right here with you."

   Gradually, Lin's breathing began to even out as the fog began to lift from her eyes. The trembling slowly subsided with each gentle murmur of words from Koko, and the fierce, unrelenting grip on her hand began to loosen. Slowly, the pressure eased enough for her hand to start recovering from the painful, vice-like hold that had constricted it. Koko watched as Lin blinked rapidly, taking in the bleak surrounding of their new destination with a confused expression. The room appeared to be a dusty old storage space with old crates and supplies piled in each corner, the air smelled stale and old as if they were the first people to fill the space in years. 

   Lin nervously wet her lips before speaking, her mouth dry as she croaked, "What- what happened? Where are we?"

    "I would certainly like to know myself." Koko sighed roughly, "Spirits, Lin, I think you just had a panic attack."

"A- what?" Lin frowned, "No, of course I didn't."

   "I think you forgot I'm a retired soldier, Lin. I'm not a stranger to them as I've seen many of my comrades have them throughout my years of service. Had a few of my own every once in awhile. " 

   Lin growled as she stood up, abruptly knocking Koko back with the swift action. She released her hand in the process, trying to put distance between herself and Koko, "Well, I'm telling you, you're wrong." 

    Koko rose to her feet as well, hot on her heels as she felt too anxious to let Lin wander far, "It's a normal part of the job, it's a shit side effect from being in the field, but it's what's expected unfortunately. You don't have to be embarrassed by it, I was really worried about you."

"That's not it." Lin bit out.

   Koko racked her brain for any other possibilities for her mood, her heart started to sink at one certain and possible explanation, "You didn't force yourself to go on this date, did you? Was this too much?"

    Lin turned around and jerkily stepped into her space, halting just an inch a way from her with her hands held out placatingly. She hesitated to reach out any further, her voice filled with helplessness as she hurriedly spoke, "It's- it's not that either."

   Koko watched her as she clamped her mouth shut once again, her jaw tensing as if she was chewing on the words she couldn't quite get out. Lin was curled in on herself, barely an inch away from Koko, her posture tense as if any sudden movement might startle her. She seemed hesitant to speak further, her silence thick with reluctance. Sensing her need, Koko gently reached out, offering what little comfort she could. With deliberate slowness, she extended her arms and enfolded Lin in a soft, reassuring embrace. The moment their bodies connected, Lin seemed to dissolve into the warmth of Koko's touch, her tense form relaxing and sagging against her chest as she allowed herself to be held. Lin wrapped her arms tightly around Koko's waist, her hands clutching desperately at the back of her sweater.

   Koko stayed silent, allowing Lin the space to gather herself. Her arms remained gently wrapped around Lin’s shoulders, her hands cradling Lin's head in the crook of her neck. She could feel each shaky breath Lin took, the warmth of her exhales drifting over her exposed skin. Koko nuzzled her nose into Lin's hair, breathing in deeply the sweet, earthy scent that seemed to cling to her. The rhythmic thumping of their heartbeats, as though perfectly in sync, offered an unexpected sense of solace, a quiet comfort between them. Lin shuddered slightly, the tremor running through her before she slowly pulled back, her body reluctant to part from the embrace.

"I'm sorry." Lin whispered, her voice barely audible.

    Koko's gaze softened, her hand gently sweeping away the fallen strands of hair from Lin's face. She cupped Lin's cheek, her thumb brushing lightly over the soft skin. "Lin," she said softly, her voice tender but firm, "I don't want you to be sorry." She paused, her eyes searching Lin's for any sign of assurance. "I just want to know if you're okay."

   Lin closed her eyes, savoring the gentle touch. Her voice wavered as she meakly confessed, "I- I'm not." 

   "Do you want to leave? I don’t mind, we can go somewhere else so you can be more comfortable." 

"You don't want to finish watching the game?"

   "What I want," Koko whispered softly as she leaned forward, "Is for you to be comfortable."

   Lin sagged against Koko once more, relieved and tired, dropping her head against her shoulder, "I want to leave. I don't care where we go, I just can't be here."

Koko smiled, "Then we're leaving."

   Koko paused for a moment, her eyes locking with Lin’s as she stepped back, extending her arm once more. The gesture was simple but clear- a silent invitation, a promise of escape. Without hesitation, Lin linked her arm with Koko’s, and together they moved toward the exit, the dim, oppressive room shrinking behind them. Each step felt like a release, as if the air around them was lightening, lifting the weight that had pressed on their chests.

    With every stride, Koko felt the tension ease, as if they were slowly shedding the heaviness of the room. The hallway ahead seemed to open up, and the promise of fresh, open air drew closer with each step, like freedom was almost within their reach.

    The distant echoes of cheering from the crowd filtered through the narrow hall, but the game was no longer their focus. They moved in the opposite direction, away from the spectators and players and headed toward the parking lot, their footsteps steady and sure. The cool night breeze greeted them as the doors opened, washing over them in a refreshing wave. The air, crisp and alive with the promise of a new moment, felt like a stark contrast to the stale atmosphere they'd just left. The lights from the stadium cast a bright glow on their figures, making the night feel even more vast and open as they walked further away from the noise and chaos.

    Koko turned toward Lin with a soft expression. She extended her palm upward, offering a gesture of openness and trust. Without a word, she thrust her hand toward Lin in a bold, purposeful movement.

   Lin eyed it warily and then looked up at her face, "What do you want?"

"Uh, your keys? You drove here, right?" 

"Can you even drive?"

   Koko smirked down at her, "Yes, I just don't have a car because I like to walk or use public transportation."

   "Has anyone ever told you that you're strange?" Lin, the ever present introvert, looked at her oddly as she spoke.

"Yes, can I have the keys now?"

   Lin narrowed her eyes at her, suspiciously looking her up and down once more, "Are you sure you can drive?"

   "Only one way to find out." Koko smiled widely and menacingly. "Keys, please."

   With obvious hesitation, Lin placed her pocketbook into Koko’s outstretched hand. Passing over the keys felt like a significant act of trust to Koko. Much like with Lin’s life, she knew how much Lin valued control in every situation, so for her to willingly hand over the keys felt more meaningful than it might seem on the surface. Without wasting any time, as she was eager to leave the offensive premises, Lin led Koko to her car, guiding her to the spot where she had parked. She slid into the passenger seat with ease, while Koko quickly climbed into the driver's seat, adjusting herself before getting ready to start the drive. Her knees bumped against the wheel and the dashboard, and she shifted uncomfortably, grumbling softly as she fumbled to adjust the seat. 

   "Fuck, you're short." Koko muttered as her hand fondled the side of the seat for the lever, her rings scrapping against the material.

   Lin spun around towards her, her mouth a gape in disbelief, "I am not short! I am taller than the average woman!"

"You're short to me."

"Not everyone can be a freakishly tall mountain!"

   With the seat finally adjusted properly, koko turned towards Lin, an evil glint in her eye as she said, "I thought you liked my 'mountains.'" 

Lin sputtered out, "I- you- Are you a child?!"

"I'm not hearing a no!"

   Lin’s face turned a deep shade of red as Koko burst into laughter, the sound sharp and unmistakable. Koko’s amused cackles filled the car, bouncing off the walls of the small space as she quickly jammed the keys into the ignition, the engine sputtering to life. The sound of her laughter continued to echo through the car as she shifted into reverse, expertly backing out of the parking spot. Meanwhile, Lin, clearly embarrassed, huffed in frustration, her cheeks still flushed. She crossed her arms tightly over her chest, a frown tugging at her lips as she slouched in her seat, looking every bit like a petulant child sulking over a teasing. Despite her clear irritation, Koko’s laughter only seemed to grow louder, adding to the playful tension in the air.

    As Koko contiued to giggle as they made their way out of the parking lot, Lin had a sudden boost of confidence surge through her out of spite. She turned towards Koko and leaned over the middle console to reach out with her hand and pulled the collar of her sweater down slightly with her index finger to purposefully look at Koko's cleavage. She spoke loudly and assertively, "Well, your 'mountains' do look pretty flattering in that top."

    Koko nearly choked on her laughter, swerving slightly to the right as she tried to regain her composure, "LIN, I'M DRIVING! SEAT BELT, SEAT BELT!"

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   Lin peered out of the window at the building Koko parked infornt of, "Har har, you're such a comedian."

"You said you didn't care where we go."

"I didn't think you'd take us here!"

"Come on, you know it's funny!"

  Lin rolled her eyes, "Yes, because going to the place where I embarrassed myself is hilarious."

"Ok, I think it's funny."

   They were parked right outside Piping Hot Poppers, the small, cozy takeout joint Lin hasn't frequented since the day she almost tore it down. The neon sign above the door flickered gently, casting a faint pinkish hue across the pavement. The air smelled of oil and spices, a warm invitation to anyone passing by. Lin sank deeper into her seat, her shoulders slumping as if trying to blend into the car’s upholstery. She stared out the window, her gaze pointedly avoiding the building, a faint furrow between her brows. Her fingers drummed restlessly on the dashboard, but her focus remained fixed on the passing cars and streetlights, deliberately steering clear of the glowing restaurant. It wasn’t a busy night for Piping Hot Poppers- just a few patrons lingered inside, their laughter muffled by the thin glass windows. The warm glow of the yellow lights spilled out onto the sidewalk, creating a soft halo that contrasted with the chilly night air. Inside, the workers moved like shadows behind the counter, their figures fluid and constant, their motions practiced, as if they were part of the restaurant’s quiet rhythm.

    Koko, on the other hand, was in a lighter mood. With a playful grin curling at the corners of her lips, she unbuckled her seatbelt with an exaggerated flourish, the metal click of the buckle punctuating the silence. She leaned back, stretching leisurely, her eyes glinting with mischief as she glanced at Lin. There was a teasing, almost daring air about her, as if she were about to drag Lin into something she wasn’t quite ready for, but that was the game they played.

   “I’m just going to pop in real quick and order us some to go,” Koko said, glancing at Lin. “What do you want? Chicken, duck, chicken-duck, or they even have vegetarian stuff.”

   Lin sighed, mumbling, “I know what they have. This is my favorite place to eat at.”

“Really?” Koko’s eyes widened. “Same here!”

   Lin rolled her eyes. “Just get something spicy, okay?”

    She reached for her wallet, her fingers brushing the edge of her pocketbook. Koko turned toward the door without a word, her smile still teasing.

   “Hey!” Lin called out, waving her wallet in the air. “Take this.”

   Koko paused and shook her head. “Uh-uh, no way. I’m paying.”

Lin frowned. “You already paid for the tickets!”

   Koko shrugged, her voice light. “And I’m paying for dinner too.”

   "We didn't even get to finish the game, you wasted your money!"

    "Nothing is ever a waste if it's for you! You can't stop me!" 

    The two of them bickered playfully, their voices light but full of mock indignation as they squabbled over who would foot the bill. Each argument was met with teasing jabs and exaggerated huffs, their words tumbling over each other in a familiar, comforting rhythm. Koko, ever the quick one, flashed a mischievous grin and made her move. With a sudden, graceful twist, she slipped out of the car just in time, narrowly dodging the pocket book Lin had flung toward her in mock frustration. The gray bag soared through the air like a missile, its trajectory perfectly aimed for Koko’s back, but she ducked, and it sailed past her. It bounced with a heavy, resounding thump against the side of the car door, the sound echoing in the quiet of the night. Koko stopped in her tracks, doubled over with laughter, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she glanced at the pocket book now resting in her empty seat. “Damn, woman,” she chuckled, bending to pick it up. “Do you keep rocks in there?” she teased, shaking it lightly to make the contents rattle.

Lin smirked. “No, but there’s a piece of metal.”

   Koko paused in her fit of laughter, eyeing Lin oddly, "I'm not even going to ask."

    Koko tossed the bag towards Lin's lap and slammed the car door shut with a sharp sound and made her way inside the cozy building, leaving Lin alone to sit in the vehicle, lost in her thoughts. Lin stared out the passenger window, her gaze following the steady stream of people walking up and down the streets, their laughter and chatter filling the air. It seemed like everyone was enjoying the lively night, just like she and Koko had been moments before. The night was stunning- clear skies stretching endlessly above, the stars twinkling like scattered diamonds, and the temperature was perfect: not too hot, not too cold, with a soft breeze that stirred the air gently. It should have been calming, even beautiful, but Lin couldn’t shake the heavy feeling in her chest.

    As she leaned her forehead against the cool glass of the window, the guilt gnawed at her. It felt like a stone lodged in her heart, the weight of it unbearable. She had ruined the game over memories that now seemed so trivial, and yet the guilt wouldn’t leave her. She couldn’t help but feel deeply flawed, like something inside her was broken. Even Koko’s words earlier- her attempts to offer comfort- had barely touched the surface of what Lin was feeling. She had expected this. She knew what she had signed up for when she accepted the position of chief, the responsibility and the toll it would take on her. But that didn’t make the nightmares or the flashbacks any easier to deal with in day to day life. It was like she carried a dark, heavy shadow everywhere she went, following her through every moment, lurking just out of sight. And tonight, it had all come rushing back over something as simple as popcorn and a game.

     Lin had tried to push it down, tried to keep her composure, but in the end, the weight of it had been too much. She knew Koko wasn’t lying when she said she didn’t care about leaving, but it still made Lin feel like she had done something wrong, something unforgivable. She had wanted to just enjoy a night out, but now she felt like she had ruined it for both of them. All she wanted was to go home, to curl up in the quiet of her empty apartment and find some semblance of peace in the solitude.

    A deep sigh escaped her lips as she looked up at the vast sky, the stars twinkling above her in the cold silence. She waited there for a long moment, the night’s beauty stark against the turmoil inside her. Lin didn’t see the point in apologizing. She could already predict Koko’s response: she’d probably placate her for feeling guilty, tell her that she's only human. She couldn’t bear to hear that, couldn’t handle the thought of Koko's soft honey eyes looking at her, all worried and round. Lin didn’t want to explain what had happened either, didn’t want to have to tell Koko about the emotions that she could never quite control- the ones that crept up when she least expected them. The last thing she wanted was for Koko to feel guilty, to think she had done something wrong by unknowingly pushing Lin to confront the demons she thought she had buried long ago in that place.

   Koko peered through the driver side window and found it unsettling that Lin hadn’t moved an inch, hadn’t even noticed her approach. She was sitting perfectly still, eyes fixed on the passenger window as if she were carved from stone, completely motionless. Koko tugged at the door handle and pulled it open, the soft click breaking the stillness and drawing Lin's attention back to reality, if only for a moment. Stepping into the car carefully, Koko maneuvered her arm with the bag of goods to avoid accidentally triggering the car’s horn. Lin reached forward to take the bag, the strong, savory scent of spices and meat filling the small space between them as her fingers slid over the greasy, slimy coating on the packaging.

    It struck Koko just how quiet Lin was- uncomfortably so, even more so than usual. Her expression was distant, her eyes unfocused, as if she were looking through her rather than at anything around her. There was a strange, faraway look in her gaze, a vacant emptiness that made Koko’s stomach churn. It was as though Lin wasn’t truly present, her mind somewhere else entirely. The silence and the coldness in Lin’s demeanor were starting to make Koko genuinely worried. Something wasn’t right.

    Tentatively, Koko reached out and gently placed her hand on her shoulder, drawing Lin's attention back on her as she spoke, "Listen, Lin- what's going on? You're spacing out again and it's sarting to concern me." 

   Her words struck Lin with the force of a sharp jab, causing her to contort her face in irritation. Her jaw clenched, as though she were silently gnawing on her own frustration, her teeth grinding against the bitterness rising inside her. The bag in her hands felt almost as though it were an anchor, her fingers tightening around it as if to ground herself, but she said nothing. Lin knew that Koko’s concern came from a place of care, but it did little to ease the tension within her. The usually stoic mask Lin wore was cracking, revealing the raw emotion she’d hoped to keep hidden.

    Koko, despite her rough exterior, seemed to have an uncanny ability to see through it, and Lin found herself questioning if the army trained its soldiers to detect the slightest shifts in posture or subtle changes in expression. Koko was far more perceptive than she appeared, especially for someone who was often considered little more than languid. Lin sighed deeply, her chest rising as she exhaled slowly, trying to release the knot of stress tightening in her body. Her eyes fluttered closed, allowing the moment of quiet to wash over her, though the unease remained just beneath the surface.

    Koko pressed her lips together, allowing the heavy silence to hang in the air for a moment before she let out a long, frustrated sigh of her own. Without a word, she turned her gaze forward, her movements deliberate as she pulled her arm back, starting the car with a soft hum of the engine. She guided it back onto the road, the tires humming over the pavement. Inside the car, the silence was almost suffocating, thick with unspoken words and tension that pressed heavily on her chest, making it harder to breathe. She chewed on her bottom lip, her mind racing as she contemplated, weighed, and analyzed everything in her head. The light-hearted mood that had briefly lifted her spirits earlier felt like a distant memory, wiped away in an instant, just like it had been in the arena. Her grip on the steering wheel tightened, her knuckles turning an unnatural shade of white as she twisted and turned it with sharp, almost jerky motions, navigating the city streets toward Lin’s apartment with a quiet intensity that matched the dark thoughts swirling in her mind.

     Koko spotted the familiar building ahead and expertly maneuvered the car into the designated parking spot for residents. After a smooth adjustment of the transmission, she shifted the car into park. She then turned toward Lin with a swift, purposeful movement, her hand reaching out to grab her by the arm just before Lin could open the door to step out. Her grip was gentle but firm, and her voice was steady, though tinged with concern. "Listen," she began, her eyes locked on Lin, "If you need me to go so you can have some space, just tell me. I don’t want to overstep any boundaries here."

    Lin turned back to her, irritation flickering across her face as she snapped back, “What if I don’t want to tell you?”

    Koko blinked, taken aback for a moment by the unexpected sharpness. Her expression softened as she searched for the right words. “Then… can you show me?” she asked, her voice quiet, almost as if she were treading carefully on fragile ground.

    Lin's scowl faltered, her eyes narrowing slightly in confusion. “What do you mean, show me?” she asked, clearly unsure.

    Koko’s gaze held steady, the gentle insistence in her words unwavering. “If you don’t want to tell me, then show me, Lin. Show me you want me to stay or go.”

    Koko slowly withdrew her hand, her fingers lingering for a brief moment before pulling back completely, giving Lin the space she seemed to need. She waited quietly, patiently, not pushing, just allowing the tension to hang in the air between them. Lin sat frozen for a long moment, her face a mask of indecision. The weight of her thoughts seemed to settle heavily on her, and Koko could see the internal struggle in her eyes. She kept her hands in her lap, lightly clutching at the fabric of her pants, gently rubbing it betweem her fingers to release some of the stress. Lin's fingers tightened around the bag in her lap, gripping it until her knuckles went white, before slowly releasing, the tension easing from her hands.

    After what felt like an eternity, Lin finally moved, but slowly, almost tentatively. Without looking at Koko, she extended her hand, fingers trembling slightly as they hovered for a heartbeat before gently landing on Koko’s thigh. The touch was light at first, a soft pressure, just enough to convey something unspoken. Lin hesitated, then, with quiet deliberation, her fingers began to trace the smooth lines of Koko’s dress pants, lightly following the intricate thread pattern of the fabric. The slow, deliberate motion was soft but meaningful, as though she were trying to communicate without words.

    Koko’s breath caught in her chest, a soft exhale slipping from her lips in relief. The gentle touch was calming, soothing in its tenderness, and the weight that had been pressing on Koko’s chest seemed to ease just a little. There was a quiet reassurance in the gesture, an understanding that passed between them in the subtle brush of fingertips on fabric. It was a moment of vulnerability, a shared understanding that needed no more explanation.

    Lin opened her mouth to speak but koko immediately cut her off, "if you're going to apologize, don't."

  Lin closed her mouth and gave her thigh a small, apologetic squeeze. The warmth of Koko's body seeped into her palm through the fabric, the soft muscle flexing slightly under her touch sent a jolt of excitement through Lin. Memories of their fateful first encounter flashed vividly in her mind, causing a rush of warmth to spread across her face. The feeling of that moment, so full of tension and possibility, lingered with her. Koko then reached down, her fingers gently wrapping around Lin’s hand, lifting it to her lips. She pressed a soft, tender kiss to her knuckles, the plush warmth of her lips sending a jolt through Lin’s heart. The sensation of Koko’s skin against hers ignited a deep, aching yearning within her, making her long to feel their lips touch once more.

   Koko smiled gently against her knuckles, "Come on, we don't want the food to get cold."

   Lin sat frozen for a moment, momentarily stunned by the unexpected shift in the atmosphere as Koko pulled away to open the door. Her gaze automatically followed Koko’s every move as she jogged around the front of the vehicle. There was a certain grace to the way Koko moved, her steps fluid and effortless, like someone who was entirely at ease in her surroundings. Her confidence was unmistakable, the way she held herself as she approached Lin’s side, a quiet strength emanating from her with each step. When Koko reached the door, she opened it with a simple, yet undeniably thoughtful gesture. Lin couldn’t help but feel a rush of warmth flood her cheeks, a flush spreading from her face down to the back of her neck, making her feel strangely exposed and vulnerable in that brief moment. The tenderness of the act, so small but so personal, lingered in her mind, stirring emotions Lin wasn’t sure how to handle.

     "I could've gotten it," Lin muttered, stepping out of the vehicle, trying to brush off the warmth spreading through her.

    Koko glanced at her with a knowing smirk, her voice playful as she closed the car door behind her. "Not with your hands full, you can't."

     Lin turned to meet Koko’s gaze, her face flushed but now filled with a quiet, knowing intensity. "I was able to do plenty of things the last time my hands were full."

     Koko’s eyes widened in surprise, and she choked on a breath, sputtering as she laughed nervously. "Fucking- Spirits, woman, you’re gonna give me a heart attack!"

    Lin smirked, the teasing gleam in her eyes only deepening. "Will it finally shut you up?"

    Koko blinked, flustered and speechless for a moment, before exhaling sharply. "Get inside already, Lin!"

   The walk toward the entrance felt strangely familiar, like the repetition of a well-worn routine, but there was something subtly different this time- an undeniable shift in the air. The familiar hum of the building, the polished floors, the soft murmur of conversations in the distance, all of it seemed unchanged, yet Koko couldn’t shake the feeling that everything had subtly transformed. As they stepped into the lobby, her heart fluttered slightly, an unexpected nervousness settling in her chest. The once-comfortable surroundings now carried an undercurrent of unease. She couldn’t help but wonder if anyone would recognize her from the last time she was here- if anyone would remember the chaotic scene when she had been hastily pulled through the doors, rushed and disoriented, barely able to keep up. Would they recall her frantic, fleeting presence? Or had she simply faded into the background, unnoticed in the midst of the chaos?

    Every step they took seemed to amplify her uncertainty, her shoes clicking against the tile floor in a way that felt too loud, too deliberate. It was as if the weight of the past was pressing down on her with each step, each echo reminding her of that night. The buzz of alcohol still lingered in her memory, faint but persistent, like a distant hum in her veins. And then there was the lingering sensation of Lin’s grip around her wrist- firm, steady, but so much more than just a physical hold. It was a tether to that night, to everything that had unfolded so quickly, and Koko couldn’t shake the feeling that she was still carrying its weight, whether she wanted to or not.

     As they stepped into the elevator, the tension between them thickened. Memories of that night, of everything that had transpired, swirled in her mind, stirring emotions she had repressed. She could feel Lin’s discomfort too- the way she deliberately kept her gaze turned away from Koko’s face, only to glance back briefly, her eyes almost imperceptibly tracing Koko's lips before quickly darting away again, as if afraid to linger too long. It was as if they were both caught in the same unspoken moment, and Koko could feel the quiet charge between them building with each passing second. She could almost feel the phantom hands on her, trailing down her waist to her thigh and behind her knee.

    The chime of the elevator echoed through the stifling quiet space, signaling them to get off. With stiff and quiet movements the duo stepped off and walked down the hallway, this time Koko actually took the time to look around the space. It was just as unnotable as the outside. Quaint and cozy, she was curious as to why the well off chief lived in such a unlavished building. The interior was just as plain as the exterior, though in a subtly different way. Quaint and cozy, the space had an understated charm that stood in sharp contrast to the more extravagant places the Beifong name was known for. The decor was simple but inviting, with touches of warmth that seemed to suggest comfort over opulence. It left Koko curious- why would someone as well-off as the chief choose to live in such an unadorned, almost humble building? What reason is good enough for a Beifong to continue to stay here? The location? The thoughts lingered as they reached the door.

    Koko took the bag from Lin’s hands, offering her a moment to sift through her pocketbook to find the keys. Lin moved with calm efficiency this time, her fingers skimming through the contents of her purse with a practiced, orderly motion. She tried to remind herself they were taking it slow, working through one moment at a time. There was nothing to be nervous about, this was Koko after all. There was no rush this time, no urgency, just the quiet rhythm of their movements. After a few moments, Lin found what she was looking for and unlocked the door.

    As it swung open, Koko stepped inside, her eyes immediately taking in the familiar yet strikingly minimalist décor. The space was still as bare and pared down as she remembered- clean lines, sparse furnishings, and a neutral earth palette that gave the room a calm, almost clinical feel. It was the kind of place where nothing was excessive, nothing was unnecessary.

       Koko cleared her throat, trying to ease the tension that built up," I wanted to ask, but why do you live here? It's quite unremarkable and you seem to live minimalistic. It wouldn't take much to move." 

    Lin grabbed the bag from her hands and made her way to the kitchen. She set the bag down forcefully on the counter, her movements quick and purposeful. She walked over to the cabinets, pulling out plates to serve the food. As she worked, she moved about the kitchen restlessly, as if the physical activity would calm her nerves. Muttering to herself, she said, "It's simple, and it has everything I need. Also, it's close to the station, so I won't have to travel far if I'm called in for an emergency. There's no reason for me to go chasing after riches."

    "Yeah, that tracks." Koko said, standing nearby. "Technically, you’re the heir to the Beifong fortune, right? I bet you grew up comfortablely, but your mom probably lived a life of pure luxury. I can only imagine what that must have been like- silk dresses that feel like they were woven by the finest hands, gold jewelry that catches the light in the most dazzling way, and a mansion so grand that it feels like stepping into another world. I bet she had servants to tend to every need, a life of comfort that most people can only dream of. To be honest, I don’t think I’ve ever even set foot inside a mansion before, let alone experienced anything close to that kind of opulence."

    Lin’s expression darkened as she slammed the plates onto the counter with force, her anger evident. "If you're so curious, go find that woman yourself and ask her," she spat, her voice tinged with venom.

    Koko hesitated, noting the way Lin’s face twisted with irritation. She roughly opened the bag to pull out the food containers, her eyes narrowed in concentration, though it was clear she wasn’t paying attention to the task at hand. Note to self: Don't ask about Toph, Koko thought, tapping her fingers nervously along the counter, feeling increasingly out of place.

    Koko watched Lin in silence, allowing her the space to retreat into her own world and work off the tension that seemed to grip her. She could see the way Lin moved with purpose, but there was an underlying edge to everything she did, like a simmering anger that never quite boiled over. Koko had observed Lin's behavior all night, and it was becoming increasingly clear how easily the woman had been set off, as if some invisible weight had been pressing down on her, growing heavier with each passing year.

     She had offered Lin the freedom to open up, to tell her anything she was comfortable with, but now Koko wondered if Lin had ever truly expressed herself to anyone at all. The guarded walls Lin had built around herself were thick and unyielding, and Koko couldn’t help but wonder what lay beneath that tough exterior. Was Lin carrying something deep inside that she had never shared?

     Koko’s concern was growing with each passing minute. She had tried to keep the atmosphere light, even joked a little, but the tension in the room was palpable. As Lin poured wine into their glasses, Koko found herself hesitating. Her next question could set the tone for the rest of the evening, but her worry had begun to outweigh her hesitation. She wasn’t sure if Lin would lash out, or if the question would be met with silence, but she knew it needed to be asked.

    "Lin?" Koko spoke softly, tentatively, her voice unsure.

    The moment the word left her lips, Lin stopped mid-motion, the bottle of wine hovering just above the glasses. Her eyes shifted toward Koko, and for the briefest moment, there was a flicker of impatience in her gaze. She raised a brow, the unspoken question hanging in the air: What now?

    Koko felt a tightening in her chest, but she didn’t look away. Lin’s expression was unreadable, but the weight in the air felt heavier than before. The plates were set now, their meal ready, but Koko’s focus was entirely on Lin, wondering if this would be the moment she would finally get a glimpse of what lay behind that hardened facade.

"You're not used to people caring for you, are you?"

     Lin quietly set the bottle down, her eyes daring her to contiue as she said evenly, "I thought I've mentioned before I get by just fine without people caring for me."

"Well, yes, but... do you really?" 

    Lin stepped back from the counter, her chest tight with a mix of outrage and fear. Koko circled the island, taking a step closer, but Lin instinctively pulled away from her. The words were stuck in her throat- part of her wanted to scream, to tell Koko this was all a mistake, yet another part of her wanted to admit that Koko was right and let her hold her. Lin had always known this would be an issue, but she hadn’t anticipated facing it so soon. She bit her lip, her eyes scanning Koko’s face as if searching for some kind of answer.

    Koko’s expression was open and soft, her lips slightly downturned, the light from the kitchen overhead catching the subtle gleam of red gloss. Her brows furrowed with concern, the crease between them deepening as she continued to watch Lin. In that moment, Lin wanted to drown in Koko’s gaze, to be enveloped by the warmth and unspoken affection that seemed to radiate from her.

    Koko stepped forward, her hand reaching out to gently cup Lin’s face. To Lin’s surprise, her skin was damp with tears she hadn’t even realized she’d shed.

    "Oh, Lin," Koko whispered softly, moving closer. Her other arm wrapped around Lin’s waist, pulling her in, offering comfort. "I'm sorry for asking, but I've been worried about you all night. You've been boucning between emotions, it's not healthy."

    Lin's heart hammered in her chest. This was exactly what she had been trying to avoid- Koko’s beautiful, round eyes, the ones that seemed to peel back the layers of her soul. She couldn’t fathom how quickly this woman had become an enigma to her, how quickly she had come to mean so much.

    Lin placed her hands on Koko's chest, her fingers trembling slightly as she tried to steady herself. Her eyes were still wet with tears, her breath shaky as she fought to calm the storm brewing inside her. She wet her lips, feeling the weight of the decision settle over her. It seemed there was no other choice but to speak the truth.

     "A few years ago, back in the arena..." Lin’s voice was quiet, almost a whisper, as if the words were hard to say. "My officers and I were attacked by Amon and his cronies when the Equalists were at the height of their influence a few years back."

    Koko blinked in shock, then gasped, "Oh my spirits! Lin, why didn’t you tell me this over the phone? I would’ve never suggested it."

    Lin let out an exasperated sigh, her frustration rising. "Ugh, because I knew this is exactly how you’d react. And you said you wanted to go!"

     "I wanted to go because it would’ve felt more like two friends hanging out than an actual date," Koko protested, her voice a mix of disbelief and frustration. "I thought it would be a nice walk down memory lane, not... not a stroll through nightmare city!"

    Lin tried to pull away slightly, but Koko growled as she wrapped both arms around her waist and pulled her closer. She held her firmly against her front as she spoke, "Stop that. I know I gave you the liberty to tell me whatever you're comfortable with, but you owe me this one."

   Lin swallowed nervously at Koko's burning gaze, "What do you want to know?"

"I want to know what happened."

    Lin took a slow breath, her eyes distant. "I- It was chaos," she said softly. "The arena was full of excitement, then the Equalists just appeared. Metal screeching, people screaming- it all turned into a nightmare."

    She clenched her fists, bunching the fabric of Koko's sweater. The memory still felt so fresh. "I tried to protect my team, the players, and the people, but we were blindsided. T- they had these gloves that produced a powerful shock to knock out my men and anyone who would oppose them. It felt- overwhelming in a way, the sparks. Then Amon showed up, calm and in control, like he knew exactly how to break us. His power- it was like he could strip our bending away with a glance. I couldn’t stop him from taking the White Wolf Bats bending away."

    Lin’s voice softened as she recalled Korra. "Korra tried to get to him. Watching her fall... seeing her struggle and then plummet to the ground and Tenzin's contorted body shriveled up on the floor- it shattered something in me."

   In Lin's haze she felt the hot press of Koko's lips on her forehead, her lips moving slightly as she mumbled, "You've never told anyone else this, have you?"

"No."

"You were never going to either."

"No."

   Koko let out a soft sigh, her breath brushing over Lin's skin as she tightened her hold on her. "You don't get the recognition you deserve, Lin," she whispered gently.

    Lin shook her head. "This job isn't about being recognized."

    Koko pulled back slightly, both of her hands moving to cup Lin's face, her gaze soft but firm. "No, it’s not. But you've done so much for this city- more than anyone is willing to admit. You risk your life every day, and that wears on you. The least the people and the press could do is recognize that. I swear if the new president in office doesn't give you a medal I might just have to go visit her myself! You're a strong and immovable force, but even you can’t carry all of this on your own, Lin. It won’t kill you to share your thoughts and emotions with someone else."

   Lin cracked a small, wary grin. "Are you offering to help me carry it?"

    Koko smiled warmly. "I would carry you and your burdens if I could."

   The words hit Lin harder than she expected, a surge of warmth flooding through her. The heat in her chest overwhelmed her, and without thinking, she stood on her tiptoes, brushing her lips softly against Koko’s. Her hands grasped the fabric of Koko's sweater, pulling her closer as their lips met again, tender and slow. Koko's breath caught for a moment before she melted into the kiss, her arms drawing Lin closer as she reciprocated the gentle, intimate connection.

   Lin pressed herself against Koko more incessantly causing the tall woman to muffle out, "Mm, Lin, our food is getting cold and I really don't want you to end up eating me because of that." 

   Lin pulled back with an playful glint in her eye, "Oh, really?"

   "Oh my Agni." Koko rolled her eyes, "Eat the damn Poppers." 

  Koko playfully nudged her back, a mischievous glint in her eyes, before grabbing the plates from the counter. She effortlessly maneuvered them around the counter with a fluid motion, walking toward the living room. As she moved, she subtly manipulated the temperature of the plates, the palms of her hands heating the bottom of the dish, warming their food to the perfect temperature without even breaking stride. Lin followed closely behind, carefully holding their two glasses of wine, the deep red liquid shimmering in the soft glow of the room. For the third time that night, a peaceful silence enveloped them. The tension, thick earlier in the evening, seemed to melt away as the weight of the night lifted. They finally settled down on the couch together, their bodies sinking into the cushions, the warmth of the food and the wine a quiet comfort. They sat in perfect harmony, the simple act of sharing a moment of stillness offering a sense of contentment that had eluded them until now.

   Lin glanced towards Koko before looking back at her plate, "I'm not used to this."

"Dating?"

    "People caring." Lin corrected, "This passed week it seems like one person after the other has been telling me how much they care for me or that they value me more as a person. Su, my rookie detectives, you: It's gotten weird."

   Koko laughed, "Lin, I think you're the weird one here. That's just a normal part of being human, companionship and all."

    Lin tsked, a frown pulling at her lips as she spoke, "I'm starting to think you're the strange one. After everything that's happened tonight and with my mood all over the place, you're still here talking to me."

     Koko set her plate down, chewing the last bite of her food before she turned to Lin. She casually wrapped her arms around Lin's shoulders and planted a sloppy, wet kiss on her cheek, which Lin found revolting. "I think I'm going to make it my life's mission to make sure you know you're cared for, heard, and well.

"Sounds like a boring plan," Lin mumbled, blushing.

    "Everyone has their flaws, Lin. Like I’ve said, we’ll work through them when we get there. We’re doing this together, it’s not just on you," Koko said, giving another quick kiss to her cheek before returning to her plate. "And just to be clear, I like you the way you are. But, you really should talk to a professional about your PTSD-"

"Don’t call it that-"

    "You're a mystery to me, full of layers and depth, and I want to know every part of it, the good and the bad. I knew this wouldn’t be easy, but honestly, I don’t like easy." Koko winked at Lin before taking a sip from her glass, "I seem to enjoy doing things the hard way."

    "You’ll-" Lin cleared her throat to push the lump that had formed away, "You’ll still be here when things get tough? Because they will."

    Koko set her plate down once again, turning to gently cup Lin's chin with her thumb and forefinger, her gaze locking onto Lin's jade-colored eyes, which were filled with so many emotions, so many unsaid words, and fear. Leaning in close, her lips just a breath away, she let her words softly brush over Lin's lips. "You'll have to kill me to get rid of me."

    The declaration was dramatic, far more profound than Lin had anticipated, yet it struck a chord deep within her. The intensity of Koko’s words lingered in the air, heavier than anything she had expected to hear, and yet, strangely comforting. It was as if a heavy burden she hadn't even realized she was carrying was slowly being lifted from her chest, leaving her with a sense of relief and warmth that spread through her entire being. Without thinking, her body seemed to move on its own, drawn to Koko in a way that felt both natural and urgent. She leaned in, her heart pounding as she closed the distance between them. Her lips met Koko’s in a kiss that was soft, tender at first, but quickly deepened, igniting something fierce and undeniable. The kiss was filled with the weight of everything unsaid, a promise, a reassurance, and a desire that neither of them could ignore.

    With the food and wine left forgotten on the coffee table, Lin pressed her body against Koko’s, her fingers tangling in her silken hair as she guided her down onto the couch cushions beneath them, her weight pressing down ontop of her. She tasted wine and spice on Koko’s lips, the flavors mingling with her own saliva as she devoured them. A fiery heat radiated from within her chest, deep and consuming, a burn unlike anything she'd felt before. It was different, yet so familiar. Her face flushed a deep red, her lips crashing against Koko's full ones, pouring all the emotions she couldn't articulate into the intensity of her kiss. Koko felt like a blazing fire beneath Lin, her warmth spreading through Lin's body as she wrapped her arms around her waist, pulling her closer, her hands gripping the back of Lin's shirt with a desperate urgency.

    The heat was overwhelming, seeping through her veins and clouding her mind, leaving Lin with no choice but to pull back. She took deep, shaky breaths, trying to regain control of her racing heartbeat. As her gaze softened onto Koko’s beautiful, flushed face, she managed to speak, her voice breathless, "You're really hot, Koko."

   "Ex- excuse me?" Koko's voice trembled, caught off guard by Lin's sudden shift.

    Lin couldn't help but laugh softly, her heart still pounding. She gave a playful smile as she observed Koko’s shy, slightly confused expression. "I just mean... you're so warm right now, it’s like I’m relaxing next to a cozy fireplace."

    "Oh. Oh," Koko mumbled, her face turning even redder as she adjusted herself, propping herself up on her elbows. "Yeah, yeah... I'm kind of burning up right now. I wasn’t exactly expecting you to... jump me."

"It didn't make you uncomfortable, did it?"

"Not in the slightest."

   Lin was in Koko's lap, her knees on either side of Koko's hips as she straddled the poor woman on the couch. She had her arms braced on either side of Koko's torso, their chests almost flush together as they both tried to catch their breath. Koko's sweater was drawn taught around her chest and shoulders as she leaned on her elbows giving Lin the perfect veiw of her heaving chest, her breasts rippling with each rough exhale, her hair was swept back, framing her face and leaving the soft flush of her skin exposed. Her eyes, dark and dilated, met Lin's with an intense, unblinking gaze. She looked so soft and gorgeous, Lin couldn’t believe she gets to be the one to see her like this, so disheveled. Koko shuffled her hips a bit, sending a jolt through Lin’s core as her groin rubbed against her stomach. Lin gently closed her eyes, her breath trembling as the sensation overwhelmed her. She exhaled slowly, trying to steady herself, and silently repeated to herself, Slow, we’re taking it slow, grounding herself in the moment.

   Reluctantly, Lin slowly pulled herself away from Koko’s lap, the warmth of her touch lingering as she shifted back to her side of the couch. She let out a soft sigh, almost as though the distance between them weighed heavier than it should, and tugged at her shirt, smoothing it out with a small, almost absent-minded gesture. Her fingers lingered at the hem for a moment before she ran a hand through her messy hair, the strands slightly tangled from their close proximity. She tried to gather herself, to reclaim some semblance of composure, and cleared her throat quietly, though it came out a little shakier than she intended.

    Beside her, Koko shifted with a casual grace, sitting up and lifting one hand to her lips. She wiped away the smudged red gloss that had transferred there during their close interaction, a playful grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she glanced at Lin, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. The playful energy in her gaze intensified as she raised an eyebrow, her expression teasing but somehow inviting. It was as if she knew exactly what had just passed between them and was savoring the moment. "Still going to deny I have an effect on you, chief?"

"Oh, shut up." Lin grumbled.

   Koko chuckled softly as she reached for her wine glass, taking a leisurely sip before leaning back against the armrest of the couch. Resting her cheek on her open palm, she turned her gaze toward Lin, who was methodically finishing off the last of her lukewarm poppers. The sight of Lin, so calm and at ease, stirred something warm inside Koko. She couldn’t help but smile. This- this was what she had always imagined. A moment like this, so simple and domestic, felt like something she'd been waiting for her entire life. It was as if all those years of struggling to find her place in the world had led her here, to this very moment. And though she knew it sounded silly- this was only their first date after all, and a rocky one at that- it still felt right. The night had taken a turn for the better, and Koko couldn't shake the feeling that it was exactly where she needed to be.

     Lin was beautiful like this, so free and genuine, a far cry from the rigid, guarded person she often appeared to be. Even as she leaned forward to take another bite of her popper, there was an effortless grace in her movements that captivated Koko. She wanted to see more of this side of Lin, to make it a regular part of their time together. The fleeting, shallow encounters from her past felt trivial compared to the overwhelming sense of connection she felt now.

    Koko took another sip of her wine, the warmth of it relaxing her further. "You know..." she began, her voice softening as the alcohol loosened her limbs, "I’ve never really dated much either."

    Lin paused mid-bite, her eyes snapping to Koko as the words sank in. Slowly, she set her chopsticks down on the plate and turned fully toward her, eyes narrowing as she studied Koko with growing curiosity. "You're not lying," she said, her tone surprised.

"I'm not."

    Lin shook her head, incredulous. "I can't believe that. You're... well, you! How could you not have dated more people? And why me, of all people?"

    Koko sighed, swirling the red liquid in her glass thoughtfully before speaking. "Look at me, Lin. You can't tell me I don't look like a brute, like I’m some kind of scary, intimidating figure. I look like a good time, not a long time. The flings I had when I was in service, that’s all they ever were- fleeting moments. Nothing more."

    Lin’s eyes softened with sympathy, but she pressed on. "No one wanted more from you?"

    "No," Koko replied, her voice quiet but firm. "No one did. Trust me, I tried. But it was always the same- just a passing interest, no one ever saw past the surface. I was just another army rat to them, part of the battalion. Nothing more than vermin, really. From the streets to the military to a retired hoot who is drifting. Not exactly what most people are looking for."

    Lin’s gaze lingered on her, a mix of disbelief and understanding in her eyes, as Koko let out a soft sigh and took another sip of her wine. For the first time in a long while, she felt like she was finally opening up to someone that wasn't Jin, letting them see the parts of her she had kept hidden for so long.

   Lin blew a playful raspberry, her lips curling into a smirk. "I didn’t think we’d have so much in common."

    "I know! Isn't it great?" Koko replied, her voice light with amusement.

     Lin’s expression shifted slightly, a wry smile tugging at her lips. "It’s kind of sad, really. We’re bonding over all the sad stuff."

     Koko chuckled, the sound warm and genuine. She couldn’t help but smile as her gaze lingered on Lin, softening as she took in the other woman's quiet presence. There was a sense of comfort in the air, despite the weight of their conversation. Koko’s heart stirred with an unexpected tenderness as she extended her arm out, a silent invitation for Lin to join her. "Come here," she said gently, offering her side.

     Lin eyed her warily for a moment, her expression filled with hesitation. But after a brief pause, she picked up her wine glass and slowly made her way over, inching closer until she finally settled beside Koko. Lin rested her head on Koko’s shoulder, her body still tense with uncertainty. It was clear she wasn’t used to this kind of closeness. Koko draped her arm around Lin's shoulders as Lin jerkily wrapped her free arm around her wasit. It was as if she was unsure of what to do with the intimacy.

     Koko, sensing her discomfort, smiled softly and tucked Lin's gray locks behind her ear and then pulled her closer gently. "You’re acting like you’ve never cuddled before," she teased, her voice warm with a mix of amusement and affection. The playful comment was meant to ease the tension, and it worked- Lin let out a small, reluctant laugh, her body gradually relaxing against Koko’s side.

    The two of them sat there like that for a while, their wine glasses in hand, gently swishing the liquid as they took slow, thoughtful sips. The soft hum of the world beyond the room faded into a distant memory, leaving only the comforting silence that seemed to wrap around them. The warmth of the dim lighting cast a golden glow across the room, and the air felt thick with peace, as though everything had paused just for them.

    Lin, feeling completely at ease, had settled herself entirely against Koko, her body draped over her like a soft, comforting weight. Koko’s presence felt grounding, a steady source of warmth and safety that Lin could melt into. The way Koko's arm subtly encircled her- one hand resting on Lin’s shoulder, the other gently cradling her wine glass- added to the sense of security Lin felt. It was as though the world outside had no claim on them in this space, and all that mattered was the quiet connection they shared.

    Lin closed her eyes for a moment, breathing in deeply, allowing herself to relax into the gentle rhythm of Koko’s breathing. Her head nestled into the crook of Koko's shoulder, the soft fabric of her clothing cool against Lin's cheek. She could feel the steady rise and fall of Koko’s chest beneath her, the comforting pulse of her heartbeat, and it made Lin feel even more connected to her. With each passing second, she sank deeper into the warmth, the quiet, the serenity.

    Koko’s scent- faintly of vanilla and something uniquely her own- washed over Lin, creating a deep sense of calm. It was so familiar, so reassuring, and Lin couldn't help but nuzzle closer, wanting to absorb every bit of it, to stay in this moment forever. Time seemed to stretch out as they sat there in silence, the outside world no longer a concern. It was just the two of them, wrapped in a space of tranquility, enjoying each other's presence, with no words necessary.

   Lin could feel her eyelids growing heavier with each passing second, the comforting warmth from the wine and the steady, calming presence of Koko beside her lulling her into a state of drowsy contentment. The rhythmic sound of Koko’s breathing seemed to sync with her own, and the gentle weight of Koko's arm around her shoulders made her feel safe and at ease. Her grip on the now-empty wine glass had grown lax, the delicate stem slipping from her fingers as the last of her energy began to drain away. It was only then that Koko, ever attentive, reached over to catch it, saving the glass from crashing to the floor.

     Koko’s movements were slow and deliberate, not wanting to disturb the peaceful atmosphere that had settled between them. With a soft, almost reverent motion, Koko placed both glasses down on the floor beside the couch, careful not to make a sound. She returned her attention to Lin, who had already begun to drift, her body melting into the cushions. Lin’s free arm, the one that wasn’t resting around Koko’s waist, fell loosely to the side before she shifted it slightly, letting it rest against Koko’s stomach. Her fingers, light as a whisper, began to trace random, absent-minded shapes in the fabric of Koko’s soft sweater, the motion slow and hypnotic, as if she were lost in a dream.

     "Lin," Koko said gently, her voice soft like a lullaby, “You're going to fall asleep like this." She smiled at the sight, her heart swelling with affection. Lin’s soft, rhythmic breathing was already a sign of how close she was to giving in to sleep, and Koko felt a warmth spread through her chest, knowing she had helped bring her there. It felt like a badge of honor to her, the fact that Lin was comfortable enough to let her gaurd down like this in her presence.

    Koko couldn’t help but marvel at the peacefulness of the moment, at how the world outside seemed so far away, as if nothing existed but the quiet intimacy they shared. Lin’s head had begun to tilt slightly, her eyelids fluttering as she fought to stay awake just a little longer, but Koko could see the struggle fading. Lin’s hand, still drawing circles against Koko’s sweater, gradually slowed until it stilled completely, her fingers going limp. Without a word, Koko adjusted herself, wrapping her arms more securely around Lin, pulling her closer as she whispered, "You can rest now."

     Koko moved with gentle care, her hands instinctively cradling Lin's body as she lifted her into her arms, securing her thighs under her hands. She rose to her feet, holding Lin bridal-style with the same tenderness she’d always shown. The weight of the sleeping woman felt both natural and comforting in her arms, though Koko was careful to make sure Lin remained undisturbed. She took a slow, measured step forward, navigating the hallway with caution, not wanting to jostle her any more than necessary. The narrow passageway seemed to stretch on forever, but Koko kept her focus, determined to find the right room, hoping the bedroom ahead was the one she had in mind.

     As she reached the door, Koko eased it open and stepped inside. The room mirrored the rest of the apartment in its simplicity- bare and clean, with only the essential furniture: a bed, a nightstand, a bookshelf, and a dresser. There was a peaceful stillness to it, and it felt like the perfect space for Lin to rest. Koko moved around to the right side of the bed, lowering Lin onto the mattress with a careful, deliberate movement. She took a moment to adjust Lin’s position, making sure her body was comfortable before stepping down to her feet.

     Koko crouched beside Lin’s legs, her hands expertly untying the knots of the boots that had been worn throughout the evening. With a patient grace, she slid each boot off one by one, the soft thud of them hitting the floor like a quiet punctuation to the end of the day. She carefully placed them beside the dresser, making sure nothing was out of place.

     Once done, Koko returned to Lin’s side and gently tugged at the covers, pulling them up from under the mattress with slow, methodical motions. She tucked the blanket around Lin’s body, ensuring she was cocooned in warmth. As she stood back and took in the sight of Lin, now peacefully nestled under the covers, Koko’s heart tightened with a mixture of affection and longing. Lin looked so serene, so at ease- so utterly unburdened by the world- and it made Koko ache with the desire to see her this relaxed more often, to share more moments like this.

      Unable to resist, Koko leaned in and placed a tender kiss to Lin’s forehead, her lips lingering just a moment longer before pulling back. She stood straight, watching Lin’s form for a few heartbeats longer, the image of her tucked safely in bed etched in her mind. Finally, Koko turned toward the door, quietly crossing the room as she began to leave. But before stepping into the hallway, she paused, her eyes drifting back toward Lin. There was something so inviting about the sight of her, wrapped in the soft covers, her face peaceful, her body at rest. The quiet sweetness of the moment filled Koko with warmth, and she felt an undeniable pull in her chest, a certainty that this wouldn't be the last time she’d be here, in this space.

     Koko shook her head softly, a smile tugging at her lips, before she stepped back into the hallway. She walked toward the kitchen, her footsteps light as she moved through the dimly lit room, the soft flicker of the ceiling light casting a gentle glow over the scattered remnants of their meal. Takeout containers, half-empty and carelessly stacked, dotted the countertops, the dirty dishes scattered on the coffee table- some with dried remnants of food, others still warm to the touch. She began gathering the containers with a sigh, the weight of the task settling on her shoulders. The gentle clink of ceramic plates, wine glasses, and the rustle of crinkled wrappers filled the otherwise silent room, the sounds punctuating the stillness.

    She moved methodically, sorting the plates and chop sticks, her hands deftly stacking them in the sink. She knocked over the open bottle of wine in her haste, spilling a dark stain across the counter, and she quickly wiped it away with a damp cloth. As she cleaned, her mind wandered briefly to the conversation they had shared earlier- simple, but comfortable. Weighted, but full of unspoken promises.

    Once the kitchen was clear of the clutter, she took a step back, casting a critical eye over the space. The countertops were spotless now, the dishes neatly stacked, the trash bag securely tied and ready to be taken out. Satisfied, she gave the room one final, sweeping glance, making sure every corner was in place before she moved toward the door.

     Reaching for the doorknob, Koko paused, her fingers just inches away from the cold metal. Something tugged at her, and her gaze shifted back toward the apartment, lingering on the neat, bare space she had just left behind. She stood still, her breath slowing as the thought began to crystallize in her mind. This wasn’t just another temporary stop on her journey. No, this place- Lin’s place- had become something more. It was no longer just a place she visited once; it had started to feel like another home. A home she would come to know, to settle into, with its little quirks and comfort, much like Lin herself.

     The realization settled in her chest, light yet profound, stirring a flutter of excitement that spread through her. She smiled softly, her heart warming with the quiet thrill of belonging. The thought of returning here- of this place truly becoming hers too in a way- felt like a promise she was ready to keep.

    With one last, lingering glance, Koko turned the knob, the smooth motion almost hesitant, as if to savor the moment. The door clicked behind her, the lock snapping into place with a soft, final sound. But even as the door closed, the sense of coming back, of finding a place where she was welcome, stayed with her, wrapping her in a quiet comfort. She felt the warmth of the thought as she stepped into the hallway, the faint smile still on her lips as she walked away.

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