zuko's POV
i gradually wake up and when i open my eyes with a groan, i realise i'm literally on top of sokka. spirits, i must have fallen asleep and... i didn't dream terrible things.
"shit, sokka, i'm crushing you, why didn't you wake me up? what time is it?" i look around me disoriented, trying to remember what happened before i fell asleep.
oh, right, i cried my eyes out like a baby while telling sokka all about my shitty childhood, in a sudden moment of vulnerability. how am i supposed to behave around him, now that he knows my trauma? will he act like i'm made of glass because he pities me?
"it's 11 pm" sokka says casually.
11?!
"why did you let me sleep 5 hours? uncle iroh must be so worried that i'm not home" i quickly jump to my feet.
i start looking around for my keys, my phone, my jacket, but sokka comes to me and puts his hand on my shoulder.
"chill, i texted him and told him you'll stay here tonight" he says and stares at me with those baby blue eyes.
stop beating so damn fast, stupid heart!
"it's fine, sokka, i can go home, i can't bother you any more than i already have" i state and head to the front door.
he hurries and places himself between me and the exit, blocking me.
"you think i'll let you walk alone on the street so late?" he raises an eyebrow.
"um- since when do i need your permission to do something?" i ask sarcastically.
he grabs my forearm and lightly drags me back to the living room.
"remember what happened the last time you were alone at night? i don't want that to happen again so you're staying. it's not up for debate" he states firmly.
is is weird that i kinda like him bossing me around?
ugh, the bottom in me is showing.
"fine, whatever" i scratch the back of my neck. "imma go take a piss"
i head to the bathroom and when it's time to wash my hands, i am bound to stare at myself in the mirror that's hanging above the sink.
my face is all puffy and stained with tears, my eyes are red and my hair is a total mess. sokka is forced to see this whenever he looks at me?
my stomach is rapidly turning into a tight knot that climbs up my body until it reaches my throat.
don't cry, don't cry, stop with the drama, you're annoying already!
i can't help it. i'm so fucking weak, but i can't change the fact that i hate myself and i feel like puking every single time i see my reflection.
i draw my hand to my mouth, trying not to spill my guts, but with no success. i get on my knees, i bend over the toilet and there goes the lasagna i ate earlier today.
"spirits, zuko!" sokka burst into the bathroom.
i assume he was drawn by the lovely noises i'm making involuntarily.
"get out, sokka" i manage to say before vomiting some more.
of course, he doesn't obey, but instead, he pulls my hair back and ties it. he then runs his hand up and down my back slowly.
"what's wrong? are you sick?" he asks me concerned.
yes, sokka, i am mentally ill, but i know that's not what you mean.
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☆ yellow ☆ (zukka AU)
Fanfiction《COMPLETED》 zuko gets kicked out of the house by his father and is forced to transfer to a public highschool, where he starts falling for his new best friend. the cover and the plot are mine, the characters are not. the ages of everyone: zuko-18 sok...
