KORRA
♯ . . . “ 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 ”.
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You had found Ravi Singh completely and utterly infuriating. In the beginning, you couldn't fathom how he could always be so bright and positive. He was so . . . irritating. Always talking your ear off, begging you to go with him to wherever boring places his parents were taking him, excitedly ranting about whatever movie he'd just watched, annoying you in class. You had the urge to throw him out the window sometimes, but you held back solely because you felt that you could take your anger out on him without him taking it personally. Since he was strangely that optimistic. And perhaps you'd also miss him. Just a teeny tiny bit, an almost non-existent amount.
If that you had heard that Ravi had started to grow on you later on, so much so that you started to look forward to his company and *enjoy* it, she'd have thrown a fit. Really, he made it quite hard not to like him. He'd buy you a book every week, ever since he'd learned of your love for reading, change the flowers in your room every time they went wilted, always being your favorites, listening to you talk shit about whoever you'd hated at school that week, endlessly yapping about random stuff even when you acted like you didn't care, always laughing at you sarcastic and mean jokes. Really, it made you mad. Why was he so nice? He was a difficult person to figure out, he *had* to have an ulterior motive . . . right?
A familiar knock pattern snapped you out of your thoughts, and an involuntary smile curled on your lips. Of course he was here the second you thought of him, how typical. You hummed out an acknowledgement, and the door opened quietly as the boy slipped in and closed it behind him again. Oh what a sight for sore eyes. You fought back a smile from emerging on your lips again as you watched him over your book.
"Good evening, m'lady." Ravi said in an overly-formal voice, mock bowing to you as you tried not to giggle. "I found that book you were taklin' 'bout."
He grinned, handing it to you with one hand as he set a flower bouquet on the table.
♯ . . . “ 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 ”.
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♯ . . . your younger brother, your life.
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♯ . . . he shall always be your demise.
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