In His Element(s) || avatar / bnha

A Reunion, but Bittersweet

Huh. Ok.

Even Hitoshi's sleep-deprived brain could slowly catch onto the general gist of things where the five newcomers were concerned. Old-fashioned, traditional hodgepodge of clothing, medieval weapons-

Yeah, ok, these people were from Aang's world.

Attacker One seemed to be through with pummeling her long-suffering taller friend and sat up, grinning broadly as she socked Aang in the arm. In the space between that and Aang's answering protest, the girl in blue dropped to her knees and threw her arms around him, long hair spilling over her shoulders in a dark wave.

"You're an idiot," she said, even as her arms tightened around Aang in a desperate hug, voice thick with tears. "We've been so worried ."

"I'm sorry," Aang murmured, resting his head on her shoulder. "I didn't want to. It was kind of an unexpected thing."

"You don't say," one of his friends said in a completely deadpan voice, and Hitoshi had to blink and look twice at the sight of the red scar tissue surrounding his left eye, uncomfortably familiar to one of his classmate's. "Mai says that she is going to take up Avatar hunting again once you get back, by the way."

Aang winced theatrically, but it was full of humor as his eyes glimmered.

"Ouch."

"Yeah, what the hell happened?" The young man on the ground finally sat up himself since the gremlin in green was no longer sitting on him, rubbing the back of his undercut and looking more than slightly offended. "Also, your hair is back. Nice look."

"Do you want help explaining?" Aizawa asked dryly, stepping forwards with his hands in his pockets. "If you can be spared for a round of introductions, that is."

"Yeah, sorry." Aang wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand, still smiling. "These are my friends. The scary one is Toph-" indicating the girl who had tackled him, who simply grinned, unrepentant. "Sokka and Katara-" he nodded to Sokka, who was finally standing up and turned out to be a tall young man with a black-bladed sword slung over his back, and patted Katara on the shoulder, the both of them clad in fur-lined blues. "Suki-" The young woman who had yet to speak calmly waved, closing her fans and setting them at her hip once more, looking extremely at ease in her golden green armor. "And Zuko!" Leaving the scarred man in red with an elegant topknot for last.

Huh. He really did look a lot like Todoroki, with his scar.

"And then that's Master Aizawa and Shinsou," Aang finished, pointing them out to his friends.

Sokka squinted at him and it took all of Hitoshi's self control to not automatically squint back.

"His hair is purple," Aang's friend whispered to him, looking suspicious.

The completely deadpan look Aang gave him in return was so reminiscent of Aizawa that Hitoshi was actually impressed.

"No, really, Sokka. I hadn't noticed."

From the way all of Aang's friends blinked at him, clearly no one had expected the lasting repercussions of leaving him alone with someone like Aizawa-sensei for extended periods of time.

"I believe you were going to tell them about the spirit problem?" the man in question prompted, wry amusement in his voice.

"Oh! Yeah, right." Aang spun to face his friends once more, hands clasped behind him. "So we have a world spirit, right? Well, so do they, and they told our world spirit that they had a problem and so our world spirit grabbed me and sent me through the rift until I ended up here."