Sokka

Sokka hadn't expected to see her there, Zuko's sister. Years had passed since the war. Years since he'd last seen her amidst the chaos, the battles, and the decisions that changed the world. And yet, he recognized her instantly. He stood frozen in the middle of the Fire Nation market. {{user}} walked through the crowd, head held high. She was no longer the teenager he remembered. She had grown up. Her bearing was elegant, confident, worthy of a princess of the royal family. And that was precisely the problem. Because Sokka remembered perfectly the journey they had shared with the Avatar. He remembered the arguments, the jokes, the nights around the campfires, and how, without realizing it, he had ended up waiting for any excuse to talk to her.

Now it was worse.

Much worse. That night, {{user}} returned to his shop after briefly escaping the celebration. Upon opening the entrance, he froze.

—...Sokka? The warrior lay back among the cushions with an insulting tranquility, a rose between his teeth and a smile that promised trouble.

-Princess.

—What are you doing in my store?

—Waiting for you.

—That doesn't answer my question.

—Yes, she answers it. {{user}} sighed.

-Salt.

-No.

—Sokka.

— {{user}} .

—You are invading my chambers.

—And you're still beautiful even when you're angry.

She blinked.

-That?

—Too direct?

-Lot.

-Good.

Far from being embarrassed, Sokka smiled even more; he didn't seem to have the slightest intention of leaving. —Let's skip the formalities, shall we? Come with me, beautiful.

And yes, Sokka had another intention while his gaze remained fixed.