If someone had told Kaiqok that handling an angry lava beast would be easier than spending a day with Korra, Asami, and Opal—together—he would have laughed.
Now?
He was reconsidering everything.
"Are you even listening?" Korra snapped, arms folded as she marched beside him through the fog-covered alley.
"I am," Kaiqok said, his tone calm—too calm. "You want me to stop being vague about what I really am and start being honest with you and the rest of Team Avatar."
Korra stopped and whirled on him. "No. I want you to trust us. There's a difference."
"Yeah," Opal chimed in from behind, eyes sharp beneath her hood. "Like trusting us enough to tell us how you summoned that ten-story chakra bear last week and didn't break a sweat."
"And then walked away like it was just a Tuesday," Asami added dryly.
Kaiqok exhaled. "You're all mad because I saved the city."
"No," Korra said, jabbing a finger into his chest. "We're mad because you don't let us in."
The tension hung thick between them, but Opal cut it with a giggle.
"Also," she added playfully, "it doesn't help that you're stupidly attractive when you do all that god-mode stuff."
Kaiqok blinked.
Asami sighed. "She's not wrong."
Even Korra hesitated, cheeks heating. "Yeah, okay. You do have a thing with your voice when you power up."
"What... is happening?" Kaiqok muttered, suddenly unsure whether he was in a war zone or a very weird dream.
"Triple Trouble," Opal declared, grinning. "That's what happens when all three of us like you and you keep pretending not to notice."
Asami leaned against a nearby post, arms crossed. "Not pretending. He's just emotionally stunted."
Korra pointed. "Which is exactly my type, apparently."
Kaiqok held up his hands, chakra flickering around his fingers. "Okay. Okay. Let's all calm down before one of you starts fighting—"
"Too late!" Opal shouted as an explosion rocked the side of the warehouse next to them.
A plume of smoke burst from the far corner, and masked figures charged out—spirit-tech weapons glowing like corrupted chi. Red lightning cracked from their gauntlets as they opened fire on the street.
Korra leapt into action first, her feet igniting with blue flame as she sprinted toward the attackers.
"Kaiqok! You take the right!" she yelled.
Opal soared into the air, her glider catching a wind she summoned on instinct. "On it!"
Asami pulled a pair of shock batons from her belt. "Let's see if these guys bleed."
Kaiqok stepped into the street. "You girls are really something."
He activated his golden chakra cloak, letting the energy wrap around him like a living flame. "Time to show them what trouble really looks like."
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The battle unfolded like a storm:
Korra carved through the enemy lines with powerful fire whips and ground-splitting strikes. Opal danced above them, flinging compressed air blades with speed and precision. Asami, elegant and brutal, swept through enemy ranks like a shadow, disabling gauntlets and twisting limbs with graceful ease.
And Kaiqok—
Kaiqok was terrifying.
He didn't transform, didn't summon an animal form. He didn't have to.
A single sweep of his hand bent the earth into jagged spears. A flick of his fingers shattered spirit-tech weapons mid-attack. He moved like wind and flame, never staying in one place long enough to be touched.
"You're showing off!" Korra yelled mid-strike.
"Just trying to impress my girlfriends!" he called back.
Korra froze. "Wait, what?"
Opal flipped through the air and landed beside her. "Did he just say—"
Asami swung a baton into the jaw of a final attacker, knocking him cold. "He did."
The battle ended in moments.
The street fell into silence, bodies groaning and scattered like broken puzzle pieces.
Kaiqok lowered his hands, golden energy dispersing.
He turned slowly to face the three girls.
Each of them stared at him.
Each of them flushed.
"You're really going with that?" Asami asked, arching a brow.
Korra crossed her arms. "Bold."
Opal grinned. "I like bold."
Kaiqok rubbed the back of his head. "Okay, maybe not my most romantic moment. But I'm tired of pretending."
Korra stepped forward. "So, what are you saying?"
"I'm saying I care about all three of you," he said, meeting each of their gazes. "And if you're okay with it, I'd like to see where this goes—with all of you."
There was silence again. The kind that felt like the space between heartbeats before a first kiss.
Then—
Opal threw her arms around his neck.
Korra groaned. "Ugh, fine. But I get to punch him if he ever messes this up."
Asami stepped forward, eyes glinting. "We'll all punch him."
Kaiqok chuckled. "Fair enough."
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That night, the four of them walked away from the wreckage hand in hand—or at least close enough. The city watched quietly, unaware that somewhere between chaos and comfort…
Triple Trouble had just begun.