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Sokka can't believe what he’s seeing. This is his teammate, his assistant captain, for fuck’s sake. He’s played with Jet for almost five years now, and while he’s not the epitome of professionalism himself, he didn’t think Jet would use a public locker room for a hook-up. Sokka also didn’t think he’d be in this situation, but he’s practically rooted on the ground now, unable to move from shock.
He manages to hide himself against the lockers again, back sliding against the doors to squat on the floor. His back hits a lock. He cringes at the sound it makes, pressing his lips into a thin line to prevent himself from making any more noise. The sounds from the bench area stop. Oh shit oh shit oh shit—
“Are you sure you locked the door?” A low, raspy voice that is unmistakably Zuko’s says. No, it can’t be.
He’s afraid to peek again, fearing that if he sees Zuko’s face, his assumption will be real. He squats on the floor, still unable to process what the fuck is happening.
Or: Sokka forgets his transpo card in the locker room and accidentally gets caught in Jet and Zuko's web.