Too Close

returned

Jet knocked on the door as he held flowers in his hand, he saw a car pull up with a man inside and looked at him confused as the man walked out in blue jeans and a white tee shirt. His hair was past his ears with half pulled up in a pony tail.

"Who are you?" Jet asked confused.

"You have flowers, I'm guessing for Katara?" The man looked jet up and down. He nodded not backing from the door.

"You her boyfriend or just trying to ask her out?" He walked closer.

"Uh just asking her out, trying the more romance approach than before," jet smirked at him but the man grabbed the flowers from him curiously.

"She hates roses, try lillies, or don't try asking my daughter out," the man frowned a little and jets face dropped a little.

"Your Kataras father..?" He whispered.

"Hakoda, get off my porch kiddo," the man chuckled as he went for the door and left Jet outside while taking the flowers with him.

Hakoda took off his shoes as he heard someone in the kitchen and someone upstairs. He smiled softly hearing the sound of life in his home, missing his children after being gone for three years. He inhaled softly and went to the kitchen hoping to see one of his beloved children.

"Sokka? Katara?" He walked to the kitchen.

He locked eyes with the Japanese teen that was cooking as the radio was playing, Zuko stayed silent as he didn't move from stove.

"Whatcha doing there?" Hakoda didn't recognize him as any of his children's recent friends, they definitely would've told him if they had a scar covering his face.

"Cooking...?" Zuko offered to show him.

"Why do I keep finding random boys on my property?" Hakoda covered his face.

"Dad!" Sokka ran down the stairs hearing his voice.

"Sokka," he smiled brightly as he embraced his eldest in a tight hug.

"What?! Dads home!" Katara gasped running out of the bathroom on the same floor.

"I was trying to surprise you two," he laughed loudly as he pulled Katara into a tight hug as she was close to tears.

"These are for you," Hakoda gave his daughter the roses and she smiled brightly.

"I love them, I missed you so much," Katara held them but leaned against her father.

"So who's the cook?" Hakoda whispered to them.

"That's Zuko, he's Kataras friend," Sokka waved him off. Zuko waved awkwardly not realizing there would be a father coming home tonight.

"Hi,"

"Boyfriend?" Hakoda looked at him.

"Nope," Zuko shook his head.

"He's a rat Katara decided to keep," Sokka teased.

"Yea basically," Zuko agreed.

"Nice to meet you Zuko," Hakoda walked over and shook his hand. He noticed the tattoo on his arm from under the tee shirt and frowned a little seeing it was covering another tattoo under.

"Nice ink," Hakoda nodded.

"Thanks, got it when I was sixteen," Zuko pursed his lips a little and Hakoda looked at the tattoo again.

"Got a hella cool sleeve on my leg," he lifted his leg to show his own tattoos covering his entire leg up to his knee.

"Nice," Zuko smirked impressed.