ObsessionTitle: ObsessionMore Like This
Fandom: Avatar the Last Airbender
Ships: Zukaang (ZukoxAang), Irko (Iroh/Zuko), and friendship!Zukka (Zuko/Sokka)
Warnings: Mild language
Story: Lights! Camera! Action!
Zuko Ohasi stared at the computer screen with fuzzy eyes. Eighteen years old, Asian, gray eyes, blue arrow tattoos, dark brown hair, named Aang. He had entered those parameters into dozens of sites today alone. How could it be so hard to find a missing teenager with distinctive tattoos and an unusual name?
He left out the tattoos and tried again. Maybe Aang had gotten them after he'd run away. Still nothing. He dropped the name. That got him thousands of results. He sighed and began scrolling through them. Too fat, too skinny, wrong color eyes, that one wasn't even Asian, that one had pink hair, that one was female, that one was about six years old. He rubbed his burning eyes. For an organization devoted to returnin
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Zuko’s arrival had earned him quite a big reaction from the student body. Upon seeing his scar many people openly expressed their horror. He saw their looks, saw them cringe and turn away in obvious disgust. He thought back to the blue eyed girl from yesterday- Katara! That was her name. He’d seen the brief surprise in her eyes when she looked at his face for the first time, but she at least had had the decency to mask her reaction. Some of the guys, like Jet, had given him looks of superiority. Zuko’s Uncle had told him to control his temper the day before he began school and Zuko readily told him he would. But the sneering faces didn’t make it any easier.
The other reaction he received was from several girls. Some of them giggled as he walked past. Some had been nice enough to wave, but of course, Zuko hadn’t been able to make himself wave back. Other girls were clustered in small or big groups and when they saw him, they would instantly start
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“Should we go talk to him?” Aang asked cautiously.
“Why should we?” Toph countered absent-mindedly “We don’t even know him.”
“I think we should,” Katara said, glancing at the boy in question, “It’s his first day and he’s sitting by himself, I bet he feels pretty awkward and uncomfortable.”
“I don’t know, Katara,” Sokka said warily, “He looks kind of shifty to me. Like he’d dash our brains out if we gave him the chance.” Katara glared at him and Toph snorted.
“I’d like to see him try.” She smirked.
The four of them were sitting on a table during lunch. They attended Roku High, which consisted of year seven to eleven. Being twelve, Aang and Toph were both in seventh grade, Katara was in year nine, two years above them. Sokka was Katara’s older and therefore the oldest at the table as he was in year 10.
A new kid had arrived in town that day.