Title: (Currently untitled, but I’m going for “The AU That Shouldn’t Exist BUT IT DOES”)
By: Yssa B.
Fandom: Legend of Korra
Warnings: Modern Band/Music!AU. I mean, I don’t know, if it shouldn’t exist….
Parts:   music!au tag 
Notes: I’m almost sorry. But. Not quite. Many thanks to Hannah, since this AU is basically our child. No set updates. Just a bunch of drabbles that hopefully will turn into something that resembles a plot?
I’ve been updating because I thought of these guys’ beginnings. I assure you…it’s going to slow down eventually.

We’ll get to that real beginning….slowly…………
Characters: Asami Sato, Bolin
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A guy slid in the seat right next to Asami Sato, smelling like a combination of Axe and hair gel. “Hey, girl, what’s it gonna take to get your digits?” he said, checking his fingernails as if he wasn’t checking her out a few seconds ago.

Asami rolled her eyes. There was a particular reason why she chose the seat farthest away from people, but some idiots ignored the don’t-want-to-deal-with-your-bullshit aura. Meanwhile, every other girl in the classroom can’t calm their tits because they actually think Asami wants attention from disgusting college students who don’t shower.

She looked up from her iPhone and gave him her sweetest smile. “Give me your first wisdom tooth, the blood of Jesus, and your left testicle, and we’ll see if I’ll hand over my number.”

Safe to say, the guy walked away. Meanwhile, his friends pissed themselves in laughter on the other side of the room.

Honestly. The nerve of some guys—

“Oh! Asami! You’re here too!”

She almost dropped her phone. “Bolin! Hi!”

He sat down next to her (she could hear the other guy grumbling) and put his bag down. “I didn’t think ‘Music Theory and Analysis I’ would be part of your business major.”

“It’s not,” she said, pleased with herself. “It’s part of my music minor.”

Bolin did his perfect ‘o’ mouth. “Music minor?”

“Business is what my dad wants, but music is what I want.” She took out her printed schedule to show to him, pointing to a class she had yesterday. “Look, see? I have World Music with your brother, Mako.”

“Ooooooh, no way!” He scratched the side of his cheek. “No wonder he was in a bad mood.”

Asami stared at him.

“…or it could have been his empty stomach…”

She sighed. “Bolin, really, our break-up wasn’t as bad as he’s making it out to be—”

He raised his hands. “I know, I know, he’s just overthinking this because that’s what he does.” He leaned on his hand, looking to the side. “It’s been two years, though. You’d think he’d talk to you by now.”

Asami shrugged, her lips curling into a wry smile. Bolin has always been a great guy. He was there to entertain Asami whenever she waited for Mako to come back from work, and he never made her feel uncomfortable. He ended up being the voice of reason if her and Mako ever got into an argument, guiding her through Mako’s thought process to better understand why he operates the way he does. And she knew he talked to Mako about her, too, if his brother didn’t comprehend what he did was wrong.

Not that Mako wasn’t as great. She just happened to see more of Mako’s bad side than to remember his good one.

In the end, Mako decided to call it quits. They were too different, he argued. A girl from the upper class and an orphaned poor kid like him—it wouldn’t work. (Her father breathing down her back about him didn’t help.) She wanted it to work out because she loved him. She really did. But then he got angry, saying he wanted someone who could be there for him, not be their rich nanny. Then SHE got upset because “That must have been the stupidest shit I have ever heard you say!” Things went on from there, and well.

That was it. They were through.

Despite how she couldn’t understand him completely, she knew Mako didn’t talk to her because he felt guilty. And, truth be told, she got over it. They were both angry, and after calming down, she realized that maybe it was best they weren’t together. He kept her at arm’s length. He never felt comfortable enough to really let her in, never shared his personal thoughts or feelings with her.

It wasn’t all bad, Asami mused. You have to learn something from every relationship. If he didn’t love you back as much as you loved him, then maybe it’s not worth it. Something like that.

“How about this?” Bolin started, sneaking some kind of cracker in his bag (was that Pabu?). “I’ll him how you’re doing. Maybe he’ll suck it up and talk to you!”

She wrinkled her nose as she smiled. “It’s okay, Bolin. I think we’ll be talking pretty soon anyway.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Mm…no reason.” She twirled a lock of her hair around her finger.

After a second, Bolin shrugged. “Well, all we need to know is THIS is going to be the best class you’re going to have this semester!”

Asami raised a brow. “Music Theory? Really?” She leaned on her hand. “Oh, do tell, Mister Bolin.”

He stuck his chest out and flexed his biceps (which got HUGE wow how’d they get that big). “Because I’m here with you!”

She let out a loud snort.