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    Rumi takes the stairs to the third floor first.

    This is the routine: knock once on Mira's door, and that knock means five minutes, up one flight to Mr. Markopoulos, collect Biscuit, come back down to the second floor where she and Mira live, Mira is always ready in four. Rumi has never said anything about this. She has decided it is one of her favorite things about Saturdays and that she will not examine why.

    She hears Mira's door open before she's finished knocking.

    "You're early," Mira says, which is what she says every Saturday, pulling her door shut behind her. She's in her weekend clothes: dark jeans, a grey sweatshirt that's slightly too large, her hair not quite finished. She looks, Rumi thinks and does not say, exactly like herself.

    "I'm on time," Rumi says, which is what she says back, and Mira gives her the look this deserves.

    Biscuit is already straining toward Mira's ankles. He does this every Saturday — abandons Rumi completely the moment Mira appears, as though Rumi is merely the person who collected him and Mira is the actual destination. Rumi has decided not to take this personally. She suspects Biscuit loves Mira with his whole doggie heart. She can relate. 

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    03 May 2026

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    She leaned in, just enough for her breath to hit Rumi’s cheek.

    Rumi’s fingers curled.

    Mira’s eyes dropped, first to Rumi’s lips, then down her neck, her collarbone, her chest rising fast. Too fast. This was no longer about winning. Not really.

    The anger had bled into something else entirely.

    But Rumi’s other hand pressed flat against her shoulder. A warning.

    Then.. forceful.

    Mira was shoved off and onto her back with a frustrated grunt.

     

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    Mira swears she doesn’t like Rumi. She just happens to stare at her in training. And in the kitchen. And when she stretches. And okay maybe once when she was drinking water like it was the sexiest thing ever. But that doesn’t mean anything. Right?

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    24 Apr 2026

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    “You know Valentine’s Day is coming up, and I…” Rumi’s fingers toyed with the edge of her notebook. She hesitated, then smiled certainly—like she’d made a decision. “And I—well, would you maybe—”

    Mira didn’t let her finish.

    The words tangled in her chest, sharp and panicked. She could already hear it—Jinu this, Jinu that. Some request for help picking something romantic. Advice she absolutely did not want to give—at least, not without a solid week to prepare herself. The idea of sitting there, nodding along while Rumi talked about her boyfriend, made something twist painfully in her chest.

    “I’m so sorry.” Mira blurted, already shoving her chair back with an uncomfortable scrape. “I… I didn’t realize how late it was. I really have to go.”

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    OR: Mira being oblivious while Rumi repeatedly hits her over the head with the "pls ask me out" stick. And then they fuck about it.

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    03 Apr 2026

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    What does Opal want Asami to say? That she thought Korra was so fucking gorgeous she could barely speak to her? That as the night went on, Asami couldn't help that her gaze kept finding its way to her thick forearms or that she’d noticed every time her top had ridden up a little too high—enough for Asami to see more than one row of Korra’s abdominal muscles? That when Asami stumbled into her apartment last night she’d immediately kicked off her wet panties and fell into bed with her favorite toy?

    She shivers at the memory.
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    Or, Korrasami (Taylor's Version). Inspired by "Paper Rings," "Gorgeous," and "Dress."

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    03 Apr 2026

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    “I’m sorry,” Zoey cut in meekly. “I’m just trying to understand—”

    Rumi whirled to face her, and she flinched back. “I’ve explained this to you before. We have insects that are pests and we have insects that are beneficial. If we let the pests live, they do damage, so we kill them. It doesn’t matter if it’s alive—all of them are alive, but some of them need to die.”

    A study of Rumi and bugs.

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    03 Apr 2026