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Zuko had been attending the same boarding school, with the same people, since he was five years old. By now, it was the only consistent thing in life. His cousin had died, his mother left, his uncle ran away, his sister was psychotic, his father was evil plain and simple; Zuko had been beaten, manipulated, burnt, kicked out; he had watched his father fight his way to power and had all the while had attended Ba Sing Se Academy. It felt like hell on earth, but at least it reliably stayed the same.
However, going into his final year, that was the year that everything had finally changed. Zuko had attempted, over the summer, to go back to living with his father after three years of estrangement, only to piss off his father more than he thought possible, and he ended up leaving again, though this time was completely willingly. He didn’t plan it very well, and ended up all by himself for three weeks before he returned to school; he never tried to reach out to Uncle. Surely Uncle wouldn’t want anything to do with him after he blatantly disregarded his advice and went back to his father. He would’ve gone to Mai, but he had burnt that bridge as well, which meant Ty Lee was out too.
So Zuko had just sort of… drifted. He had slowly transferred money out of his heavily monitored bank account into a separate one he had set up so that his father never noticed; so money wasn’t an issue. The real issue was that Zuko had no one. He spent his three weeks of solitude essentially hitchhiking his way across the entire world. Caldera was a lot farther from Ba Sing Se than he had originally thought.
“Say,” one of the taxi cab drivers had said in one of the small Earth Kingdom cities, “aren’t you the son of that President Ozai?”
“Nope,” Zuko had quickly assured, and pointed to his eye, “his scar’s on the other side.”
“Yeah whatever kid.”
By the time Zuko arrived back in Ba Sing Se, he had just a day before the new school year started. The bag that he had grabbed when he fled Caldera had practically nothing in it, and Zuko didn’t particularly enjoy the thought of explaining to the faculty why he had none of his required materials for classes, or life in general, before he realised that he had sent his stuff to be delivered to his dorm room the day before he had left. He quietly thanked past Zuko for doing something right for once, and left to book a hotel room for the night.
It wasn’t the nicest place by any means, and Zuko could definitely afford better, but he’d rather be there than have the chance of being recognised and questioned at some high end establishment. The last thing Zuko wanted was some nosy snob asking why he wasn’t at home when he should be.
Oh nothing much, my dad tried to kill me again but it’s okay because he’s the president .
Yeah that probably wouldn’t do all that well. For one, it would catapult him into the news spotlight, which he had desperately worked his way out of after his burn, and the last thing he wanted was to be national news again. They probably wouldn’t even believe him; Ozai had a talent for covering up his dirt, and though Zuko had some damn good evidence, it would definitely be tossed out immediately.
Zuko threw his bag on a chair in the corner of the room and let himself fall onto the bed, barely remembering to plug in his phone and set an alarm. He looked like he was dragged up from the pits of hell, but couldn’t bring himself to care enough to take a shower or- Agni forbid- even change his clothes. Those were for morning Zuko to figure out. He rolled over and turned the lamp off, immediately passing out, though it was only a little past eight.
The next morning Zuko woke up before his alarm, right as the sun was rising. He groaned and just shut the alarm off; he was awake, and certainly wasn’t going back to sleep anytime soon.
He jumped in the shower, something he hadn’t done for at least a week and relished in finally feeling clean. As the water pounded around him, little flashes of the past few months bounced around his mind.
“Zuko, please do explain why you finished off the school year with a 91 in calculus.”
“W-well it was the second highest grade in the class!”
“And who was first?”
“...Sokka.”
Ozai rounded on him, grabbing him by the collar and forcibly shoving him to the ground. “You mean to tell me that my son got second place to a water tribe peasant?”
Zuko shivered at the memory; that had been the day after he got home, and it only got worse from then on.
“You know Zuzu, I think he’s going to kill you.”
“You tell me this like every year Azula.”
His sister only gave him a cheshire grin. “And am I ever wrong?”
“You always lie.”
“Not when it comes to Father.”
Zuko turned off the shower and got out to dry off. He looked in the mirror, and he had gotten to the point where he hardly even noticed his scar anymore. It was just a part of his face by now. It still stood out, angry and red, against his otherwise pale and smooth skin. He reached up to touch it, running his fingers over the rough patch on his face. He sighed and dropped his hand from his face, holding it out and turning the palm up instead. The skin on the palm of his right was irritated and pulsed in a dark shade of maroon.
Zuko had already been planning on leaving, but before he went, he wanted to have one final conversation with his father. Maybe, just maybe, he could talk himself out of believing his father ever cared for him.
He left the bathroom and began to get dressed in clothes he hoped weren’t too dirty. Zuko may have been 110% officially disowned, but he still went to a fancy as hell school and would rather not cause a fuss about his appearance the first day of senior year.
“For your Mother’s crimes, she was banished.”
“Can you even do that anymore? I mean, it’s not the 2nd century, we’re a modern nation.”
“Silence! I will not have you disrespecting me! I should have killed you years ago.”
Zuko heard the metallic whirr before he actually saw the taser and reached out to grab his father’s wrist.
“A taser? Are you fucking insane?”
Ozai only smiled maniacally before jabbing it at Zuko again, who yelped and let his grip on the man's wrist go.
Before promptly reaching out and grabbing for the weapon by the electric end.
Zuko shouldered his bag and set off towards Ba Sing Se Academy. He had gotten an email a few days prior, explaining that his roommate had been reassigned. He wasn't complaining- Jet wasn’t exactly the best company, especially with their on again off again relationship- but it still would’ve been nice to finish off his school career with the same roommate. The school hadn’t told him who it was, so he only hoped that they didn’t ask too many questions.
Zuko had fully expected to die in that moment. Grabbing a highly electric taser from his psychotic father was not how he wanted to go out, but so be it.
However, he didn’t die- he didn’t even get fully incapacitated. There must’ve been something wrong with the battery, or it simply must’ve not been as high voltage as he was expecting, because Zuko managed to yank it from his father’s grip and point it back at him. He didn’t want to shock Ozai back, but he needed to get out.
He dropped it on his father’s arm, and pushed back as soon as the hold went lax. He shoved Ozai to the side, grabbed his bag and ran. He didn’t stop, not when security yelled after him, not when staff called for him, not when he saw an unnaturally still Azula, clutching her phone. Zuko dashed all the way to the nearest bus station, and rode as far away as he could.
Zuko suffers through check in, is given his key, and told that the luggage he shipped weeks ago is already sitting in his room. He thanks everyone, and turns to head towards his dorm. On the way he catches sight of some of his classmates. He can probably name everyone, but he hardly interacts with them. He sees the “Gaang” gathered on one of the knolls, everyone happily soaking in the last bits of the summer sun.
He’d always had a complicated relationship with them. Before his burn he was too awkward to talk to them, but afterwards he had been rude and short. He was in his own head too much, too angry at everyone to understand that he actually liked these people, he was just too scared to interact. By the time his anger had finally simmered down, Zuko had destroyed any possible friendship he could’ve had. They came to a light truce at the end of the previous school year, mostly due to Uncle's influence. They liked to hang out at the Jasmine Dragon, where Zuko worked part time, so both parties had agreed to at least be neutral towards each other. Zuko had apologised to them each individually, which hadn’t gone great, but he was just trying to make sure that no more people than necessary hated him.
Zuko was so lost in his own thoughts that he hadn’t even realised he’d run straight into someone. He looked up from the ground to see Mai there, scowling at him. He tried to smile, but judging by the expression on her face, it came out more as a grimace.
“Hey…” he trailed off awkwardly; she held up a finger to silence him.
“I’m only talking to you because Azula needed to give you something,” she roughly shoved a small box in his hands and turned on her heel, promptly marching away.
Zuko sighed and opened the box, surprise washing over him as he picked his hearing aid out of the box. He slipped it over his ear, turned it on, and sighed in relief when it felt like his ear opened back up. He remembered taking it out before confronting his father, but had obviously not gotten it back.
“Zuzu take your stupid hearing aid out.”
“What, why?”
Azula huffed and rolled her eyes. “Just trust me on this, Zuko. Hand it over.”
She never called him by his real first name, so some naïve part of himself won the fight, and he grumbled, unhooking his aid and placing gently in her hands.
To say he was confused was an understatement. Why did Azula give it back to him? Why did she take it in the first place? Did she know what was going to happen with Ozai? Zuko sighed and rubbed his palm, the unshocked one, down his face.
He continued his trek to the dorms, completely ignoring any student who looked at him in favour of glancing at the ground. His room was on the top floor, as it always had been, and to this day he couldn’t figure out if it was a good or a bad thing.
Zuko took the steps two at a time- he was tall enough for it now- desperately hoping he wouldn’t be out of breath by the time he got to the top. The electricity must have done something to his heart, because he felt just the slightest bit worse after taking the stairs.
He stepped out of the stairwell and turned down the hallway to his room, unlocking the door and resisting the urge to fall face first onto the bed. He looked around and noticed his roommate must not have come up yet. Zuko huffed and turned to go unpack the suitcases sitting on his bed. He never brought much with him to school anyways, but this time the packing had been done in a rush job, so there were some things missing, but he had everything he needed overall.
Once he had finished putting away his clothing, and storing his belongings in their specific places, Zuko pulled out his heavily annotated copy of Love Amongst the Dragons . He ran a finger over the writing on the inside cover, neatly done in pen.
For my Zuko, happy 9th birthday my son! I hope your love of theatre will grow as fast as you do. Love, Mom.
His eye began to water at the thought of his mother. He furiously swiped at the tears forming. That wasn’t what she would’ve wanted, she wouldn’t have wanted Zuko to cry on the move in day for his senior year. He hugged the script close to his chest and rocked a little with it.
“Oh mom… I miss you. I finally left him, I hope you’d be proud.”
The sound of scuffling and muffled voices outside his door broke him out of his reverie and he internally groaned. That must be his roommate, and damn were they loud. He could only hope that they wouldn’t be like that all the time.
“No- Aang! I told you, I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? I mean, I could ask admin to switch you back to being with Haru!”
“No, I’m good. I’m sure my roommate won’t be that-“
The door swung open to reveal Sokka standing there, with Aang hovering by his side. Zuko stared at them like a catdeer in the headlights.
“-bad,” finished Sokka.
Zuko gave an awkward wave; a wave that was not returned. “Hello, Zuko here.”
Aang just grimaced and Sokka let out a groan. “Ugh, of all people, it had to be you ? Seriously ? Tui and La, I’d take Jet over this.”
“Um, actually Jet was my roommate before.”
Sokka glowered. “Yes. I know.”
Aang awkwardly stood in the doorframe as Sokka threw his luggage on his bed. He cleared his throat. “Well, uh, if you need me! I’ll be right down the hallway.” He gave Sokka a look™ and then rushed out the door.
Zuko could only stand there as reality set in. His roommate for the next nine months was going to be Sokka. Sokka, who laughed obnoxiously at his own jokes; Sokka, who was apart of the most well known and well liked friend group at school; Sokka, who had consistently beaten every score of his in AP calc their Junior year; Sokka, who hated him and would probably be glad to push him out of the fifth floor window.
Sokka noticed him staring. “What?” He snapped.
Zuko muttered that it was nothing and gathered his abandoned script from where he had dropped it. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, looking for some sort of excuse to not have to interact with Sokka, and was instead met with something that filled him with anxious dread.
Azula : Is your door unlocked?
Azula : I’m coming up.
Should he mention this to Sokka? Sure, Sokka hated him, but he hated Azula more. Should he warn his roommate of his sister’s upcoming appearance, or would that just make it worse.
“Uh, just- just so you know, my sister’s coming up in a few minutes,” he cringed as he said it, watching as Sokka’s demeanour became even frostier.
“Okay,” he responded flatly. Zuko began to panic. Was that a bad “okay”? Was he going to get murdered in his sleep?
A knock at the door broke him out of his thoughts and he quickly scrambled up to get the door, trying his best to ignore Sokka’s glare. On the other side of the door stood Azula, and she looked worse than he remembered her being. She seemed paler, which was impressive considering how pale the both of them already were, and there were rings under her eyes. Zuko’s protective instinct kicked in, and he quickly scanned her over for any signs of injury. She noticed and rolled her eyes.
“No need for that Zuzu, I’m not you .”
He groaned. “What do you want, Azula.”
She huffed, taking notice of Sokka inside the room. “I’ll make this brief. He hates you, and I doubt you’ll ever see him again, unless it’s on the other side of a courtroom. And I certainly can’t blame him, I’d hate you too.”
Zuko groaned and rubbed at his eyes. “Is that all you came to say? To rub it in my face?”
“No of course not, though it does make me feel good. But I just came to tell you that I have videos,” she grinned maliciously, “so do watch what you’re doing Zuzu, we wouldn’t want anything to go wrong.”
He felt his stomach drop to his feet. She wouldn’t… would she? He didn’t even know what videos she had, but if they were of anything from his home life, it would ruin all of them.
“Azula,” he hissed, trying to make sure Sokka didn’t hear, “if you release any videos you’ll take us all down. Everyone in the family.”
She scoffed. “You think I don’t know?”
“Then what do you want ?”
“I just wanted to tell you,” she said cheerfully and turned to leave. Zuko stared at her, wide-eyed.
“Bullshit. What do you want from me?”
She craned her neck back to look at him. “I want you to cover your hand, it’s gross. You’re lucky I killed the batteries, you’d look a lot worse in a casket,” and with that she walked away, leaving Zuko staring after her, standing in the doorframe.
He shook his head and turned to walk back into the room, only to crash directly into Sokka.
“Uh,” he said intelligently. Sokka was giving him a strange look, one that Zuko had no idea how to interpret. “Can I… help you?”
“What the hell were you two talking about?”
Zuko felt himself glare. “What’s it to you?”
Sokka sighed, running a hand through his hair and over his face. “Look dude, we clearly need to reach some sort of truce here, since we’re gonna be stuck as roommates.”
“I thought Aang said you two could request a switch with admin,” Zuko frowned, and Sokka raised an eyebrow.
“You heard that?” Zuko nodded, “well whatever. Seeing as it’s you I doubt they’d let me switch. You managed to drive away Jet, Zuko. Jet . If anything I’d think it would’ve been you asking to switch because of him.”
Zuko scowled. “Yeah okay I get it. What were you saying about a truce?”
“I’m saying that we should at least establish some ground rules for at least being civil to each other. We don’t need to be best friends but if we’re living together we can’t kill each other. When I get back to my dorm at the end of the day, I can and will pass out, so if you,” he jabbed a finger at Zuko, “disturb me, I will sic Toph on you, I mean it.”
He snorted in response. “Sure you will. I don’t know if you forgot, but I’ve known Toph longer than you. She takes orders from no man.”
That caused the closest thing to a genuine laugh Zuko thought he’d ever get out of Sokka. “Okay fine yeah I get it. Just don’t be a dick when we’re in the room together, okay?”
“I… know you don’t believe me, but,” Zuko heaved a sigh, “I’ve seriously changed, even in just the last month. I’m not like I was sophomore and junior year. I just want to apologise again for… that. I was angry at the world and it wasn’t justified to harass you guys like that. So, uh, yeah.”
Sokka looked at him incredulously before eventually letting his guard down and Zuko watched his shoulders slump. “Yeah okay. Sorry too, for provoking you I guess. Shake on it?”
Zuko raised an eyebrow but obligingly stuck out his hand. Sokka grinned in response and looked down at their clasped hands before his eyes widened. It would’ve been comical if Zuko hadn’t seen what he was so horrified by.
“Holy fuck dude! What happened to your hand?”
He quickly yanked it back and stuttered out an excuse. “Oh, uh, I- I accidentally grabbed a loose wire?” he winced as it came out as a question, and by the look on Sokka’s face, the other boy didn’t buy it. His eyes traced over the slightly raised skin of Zuko’s hand.
“Tui and La did you get fucking tazed or something?”
“Well I didn’t get tazed, I grabbed it on my own,” he muttered under his breath.
“What?”
“I said oh look it’s time for dinner.”
Sokka was still staring at him and Zuko just awkwardly laughed, grabbing his phone and shoving his right earbud in.
“See you in the dining hall or not, I mean, like, wherever you’re gonna sit. I don’t actually have any friends so you’ll see me alone. Um,” he leaned against the door and stared at Sokka as though he had been caught committing a crime. Suddenly he felt the door behind him be yanked open and he fell into the hallway on his back. He looked up to see who had opened the door and cleared his throat.
“Um, hi, Professor Zhao,” he croaked; Zhao only glared in response.
“Zuko. I came by to see how you two were settling into being new roommates.”
As Zhao spoke, Zuko jumped to his feet and watched Sokka edge his way out of the room.
“Oh don’t worry Professor,” Sokka said with a smile, “we’ll be just fine!”
Zhao narrowed his eyes at Zuko as Sokka spoke, and he saw the man’s eyes glance over his hand, which he quickly shoved into his pocket.
“I’m glad to hear that Sokka. Let me know if you have any issues, Zuko can be quite… troublesome. And Zuko,” he rounded on Zuko, “get a glove or just anything to cover your hand. Your father would not be happy with you gallivanting around with your failure on full display,” he nodded to the both of them, “I shall see you boys at dinner.”
As Zhao stomped away, the boys who had gathered in the hallway parted for him. Zuko glared at the back of his head as he went.
“ ‘Your father would not be happy with you gallivanting around with your failure in full display’,” he mocked, startling Sokka to a laugh. “Do you have a glove or something? I don’t feel like answering any more questions.”
“Uh yeah hold on.”
Sokka turned to disappear into their room for a second, leaving Zuko awkwardly hovering in the hallway as a group of freshmen pointed at him and whispered amongst themselves. He sent a glare their way that had one of the boys squeak and hide himself behind another. Before he could snap at them however, Sokka opened the door back up with a single glove in hand.
“I have no idea how big your hands are in comparison to mine, but this is the best thing I’ve got for you pal,” he handed Zuko the glove, “in the name of the truce.”
Zuko rolled his eyes and pulled it on. It was a fingerless glove, which was fine, he only needed it to cover his palm. Zuko eyed Sokka’s hands, which were wider than his, but the other boy’s fingers were shorter, which explained how strangely the glove was sitting on his hand, but whatever, if the shoe fits wear it.
Or, well- if the glove fits, wear it.
“Thanks,” he replied gruffly.
“Oh you’re so welcome your majesty. Now c’mon, I’m hungry.”
Zuko raised an eyebrow and gave him a weird look but Sokka only huffed and grabbed his arm, practically dragging Zuko through the hallway and down the stairs. He only let go when they were outside the building, leaving Zuko with whiplash and confusion.
What the fuck just happened- are we friends now?
Sokka took off for the dining hall, forcing Zuko to jog in order to catch up with him. Their uniforms weren’t too restrictive, but still weren’t the best for chasing after people in. Zuko nudged Sokka’s shoulder as they walked.
“You know we can’t run in this shit, so slow down. I already am a mess, but I don’t need to look like one.”
Sokka rolled his eyes. “Zuko you have one fingerless glove on and your hair is sticking nearly straight up. Trust me, I’m not causing any harm to your appearance, you’re doing that on your own.” He laughed as Zuko frantically tried to smooth down his hair.
“Not funny,” he hissed.
“A little funny,” responded Sokka.
Before Zuko could respond, Sokka was pushing open the doors to the dining hall, and his attention shifted to quickly searching through the room for people he knew- ie, people he should stay away from.
He spotted Azula, Mai, and Ty Lee in one corner, which completely ruled out the surrounding twenty feet. He noticed Jet and his “Freedom Fighters” some number of tables down from his sister, disqualifying that area too. Lastly he noticed the Gaang, crowded right in the centre of the room. He quietly groaned and continued searching for an empty spit where he could just be left alone.
Sokka left his side in favour of bounding over to his friends, and Zuko left to grab his dinner. Once he had it, he tried to isolate himself while still keeping an eye on those he didn’t want near him. He began to pick at his food, surprisingly not hungry, even after his three week road trip extravaganza. Just thinking of it made Zuko groan and thunk his head against the table.
What kind of child gets tazed by their own father? What kind of father tazes their own child? Zuko grimaced at his hand and realised that maybe grabbing the electric end of a taser was a pretty bad idea. He hoped it wouldn’t scar- another reminder of his father’s abuse would be pretty uncool- but is ultimately glad that it doesn’t hurt; certainly not like his burn did. The left side of his face had ached for months, even after he had been discharged and had his bandages taken off.
Zuko picked his head up and unlocked his phone, opening twitter. He checked the trending page, and was thankful to see his name was not there, but did a quick search for his name.
Aaron (he/they!)
@hey_a_aron
yooooo, has anyone seen zuko nakayama lately ? he wasn’t in the back of his dad’s press conference like he usually is
Tobey Maguire Stan
@tobeymaguiretriviatime
Replying to: @hey_a_aron It’s been like 3 weeks since he’s been seen in public I think. Hope he’s ok
Well that wasn’t good. Zuko knew he needed to smooth that out before his dad brought him home just to bury the body.
Zuko
@nakayama_zuko
Replying to: @hey_a_aron @tobeymaguiretriviatime
Don’t worry- I’m all good. Just decided to take a break from the public eye for a little bit before school.
That sounded convincing, right? Whatever, Zuko sent the tweet and hoped that would be the end of it. He was honestly surprised that people noticed him not being in the background shots of his dad’s pictures, but then again #HelpZuko had been trending on twitter when he had first shown up in public with his scar, so he supposed that the internet cared about him.
Zuko sighed and decided to just dump the rest of his food. As he walked back from the trash can, he noticed someone frantically waving out of the corner of his eye. He lifted his head up to see that it was actually Toph. How she could tell it was him, he had no idea, but he did see that everyone at the table seemed to be glaring at her, so he just walked right past. Whatever strange truce he had created with Sokka, he didn’t want to break it just to sit with Toph. Despite the fact that their dorm was neutral terf, Zuko knew that Sokka didn’t like him.
He plopped back down in his seat and gathered his things to go back to the dorm for the night, before realising he had left his key in the room. Zuko resisted the urge to hit his head against something or, Agni forbid, cry , and made his way over to the table he had been avoiding the most.
Everyone went silent as he approached. Zuko leaned on the table with his left hand and looked at Sokka, who was in between Suki and Katara, the latter already opening her mouth to say something, a scowl on her face. Zuko held up his other hand to cut her off.
“Okay before you say anything, yes I know you all hate me and would probably throw me out a window if you could. I get it, I’d like to do the same to myself, but that’s not what I came over here for. Sokka, I left my key in the room, can I borrow yours?”
Sokka opened and closed his mouth a few times. “Uh, yeah, sure.”
He rifled through his bag while everyone else at the table continued to stare at Zuko, with the exception of Toph, who punched him on the arm.
“Sparky! I feel like I haven’t seen you in years .”
“It’s only been a few months Toph.”
“Yeah but still,” she grabbed onto his hand, frowning at the glove on it, “your hand feels weird.”
“Yeah that’s my glove on it,” Sokka responded, finally emerging with the key, and noticed everyone now staring at him . “What?” he asked innocently.
“Why does Zuko have one of your gloves on?” asked a confused Suki.
“Two people told me to cover my hand today and I’m fairly certain Zhao would get me expelled for not listening to him so I asked to borrow it.”
“What’s wrong with Zuko’s hand?” Katara asked Sokka, clearly unwilling to speak to him directly; Sokka only shrugged.
“Dunno, he won’t tell us.”
Zuko glared at him. “Yeah because it’s not important,” he pulled the glove off, “I just got a bit of a shock is all.”
There was a collective gasp around the table. Toph grabbed his hand again and started tracing the raised skin of his hand.
“Damn,” she snorted, “Sparky really fits you, huh?”
And against all better judgment, Zuko laughed. “Yeah well, maybe you can predict the future,” he leaned over the table and grabbed the key that Sokka had placed down, and then quickly sobered. “One last time, I’m seriously sorry about how I acted towards everyone in the past few years. That wasn’t fair of me to direct my anger and insecurities at you guys, and I just want you to forgive me. We don’t have to be friends, I just don’t want more enemies.”
He gave Toph a pat on the head, causing her to swat at him, and began walking away. “Wait, Zuko,” called Katara. He stopped and turned to look at her. “It’s not because I like you, but just because it’s my healer’s instincts, but is your hand okay? What did you do to it?”
Zuko gave a small snort in response. “I’m fine. I just did something really, really stupid. ”
With that, he firmly walked away, the key tucked safely into his pocket. Zuko fished his earbuds out of his pocket and turned on some music on the walk back to the dorms. He was surely the only person who was going back this early, but it’s not like he had anything better to do.
When he got back to his room, he changed his clothes and immediately fell on his face in bed. He pulled out his phone and opened twitter again, only to see more people worrying about him. Even though their concerns were completely vamid, he still wanted to put them at ease. Zuko took a picture of himself giving a thumbs up, and drafted a new tweet.
Zuko
@nakayama_zuko
Guys seriously, I’m okay. I’m just a little tired and stressed because it’s my senior year, but you don’t need to worry about my wellbeing :’)
[image attached]
He tweeted it, hoping to hear the last of it once everyone saw that he was, in theory, fine.
Zuko reluctantly got up and checked the door to make sure it was unlocked, before taking his aid out, plugging his phone in and putting in his earbuds. He liked to listen to music while he slept at school, and considering that Azula was in an entirely different building, he knew no one could sneak up on his deaf side. Zuko put on a Chopin’s Op. 28, No. 4 and fell asleep almost immediately.