In His Element(s) || avatar / bnha

Things Left Unsaid and Some That Aren't

So the good news was that he'd been able to sleep for a while.

The bad news was, now Aang had to talk to a lot more people than he'd been planning on talking to that day. Thanks, Master Aizawa.

But he understood. A lot of people in this world were dealing with repercussions because of him. They deserved to know what was going on. All of what was going on.

And so, he and Master Aizawa were off to a hero agency run by someone named Sir Nighteye, to share what they'd experienced so far and to plan for the future.

Eri and Hei Bai were staying with Shinsou until they got back. It was a day off from school for the class, and so Shinsou had offered to watch over the spirit and his charge, hopefully keeping them fairly low-key for a time.

Aang ran a hand over his head again.

Fuzzy. Prickly.

"You're fidgeting," Master Aizawa said quietly, startling him out of his footsteps. The agency had been far enough away that the two of them had had to take a train before walking the rest of the way. "What's wrong?"

"Ah..." Aang pulled a face, feeling a little silly. "It's just- my hair is growing back."

Master Aizawa tilted his head, giving him an appraising look.

"We can get you a razor, if you'd like," he said, still keeping his voice down. "It's no trouble."

"...no, it's all right. You said I stuck out anyways." Aang shrugged, avoiding the new look the teacher was now giving him. "It's been long enough that it'll start covering my tattoos in a week or so. It happened when-" he faltered and glanced up at Master Aizawa, who was listening patiently. He sighed, lowering his voice as well. "I... I got really injured during the war." He moved a hand to the small of his back, where his scar still lay, remembering. "Azula hit me with lightning while I was in the Avatar State. If Katara hadn't had her water from the Spirit Oasis, I would have died. I... I think I actually might have anyways. But she brought me back."

There was that look in Master Aizawa's eyes again, like he couldn't decide whether to be sad or angry. Aang blinked, thinking about what Eri had said, and felt an odd flutter of warmth somewhere in his chest.

"Anyways," he rubbed the back of his neck, dropping his gaze once more. "I was unconscious for... maybe a month? And so- hair. It made it easier to hide who I was, since we were traveling through the Fire Nation at the time. It should be the same here."

"Alright," was all Master Aizawa said. He opened the door to the Agency building, the pair of them having reached their destination. "So long as it doesn't bother you."

"Good morning!" a clear voice rang out once they both entered.

A young woman had approached them, clad in a sleek black suit with bold white accents and a clear mask that covered most of her face.

"Bubble Girl," the teacher greeted.

"Hello, Eraserhead; welcome to the Agency." The woman smiled warmly at Master Aizawa, her unusually blue skin dappled in the indoor lighting. She turned to Aang then, reflective yellow eyes widening slightly as she took him in. "And you must be Aang! Sir has been really interested in meeting you. You've shaken up a lot of things around here."

Aang wrinkled his nose, trying for a smile of his own.

"Like, in a good way?"

She laughed gently at that.

"I'll show you both up to the conference room, if you don't mind. Most everyone else is already here."

Bubble Girl turned and gestured to the staircase, before making her own way towards them, thick white boots clicking against the smooth tile floor.