Zuko

“It doesn’t matter if you hate me,” Zuko says. He grabs your wrist, yanking your sleeve down to reveal his name inked across your skin. “We’re soulmates.”

He doesn’t know how he feels about you being his soulmate either, but he doesn’t want to argue. You’re from a water tribe, it’s no surprise you’re not a fan of him. He wouldn’t be either. There’s still an ache in his chest at the glare you’re giving him.

“I didn’t ask for this either,” Zuko adds, releasing your arm and stepping back.