Only If For a Night(MxM)

Blue Spirit

OKAY! I gotta say a few things. Canonically, Zuko knows how to kick some serious ass, between his swords, hand to hand combat, and bending. So I used this chapter to emphasize how much of a baddy our hero is.
Northern Shaolin Kung fu is a real thing, they based the style of Fire bending after, but I have no idea if they use swords in it. No clue. That was as far as my googling went. But I'm pretty sure you guys didn't come here for accurate depictions of Kung fu, so if you really have a problem with it, lemme know.
I also totally made up the origin story for the Blue Spirit, loosely and I mean LOOSELY based off of what Zuko did when he was on the run as the Blue Spirit. This is my favorite chapter.

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"Oral fixation,"

"Excuse me?" Jet turned his head, watching as Zuko scribbled something down on a piece of paper.

"Oral fixation. The toothpick," he didn't even look up from the table full of papers. Ever since the dinner with Yue, the dining table was used for pretty much everything.

"What about the toothpick?" Jet chomped down on the wooden pick, nervously grinding it between his teeth. He felt itchy.

"A few years ago, it was cinnamon gum, and now it's a toothpick. How long has it been since your last cigarette?"

Jet huffed loudly.

"Since I got back. Three weeks."

Zuko grunted, squinted at his computer before writing down whatever he saw.

"What does that mean? The fixation thing?"

"It means that you need something in your mouth to distract you from the fact that you want to smoke more than anything,"

"It was easier to quit the first time," he sighed, standing up to throw the toothpick away.

"I'd say I wouldn't mind, but I really do. You're not ruining your lungs while I watch,"

Jet was about to make a comment about Zuko sounding like his mother when Zuko's smartwatch started beeping, his phone going off at the same time.

Zuko barely shut the computer before he flew out of his chair, sailing over the sleeping dogs at their feet to his bedroom.

Jet stared after him.

"Are we goin' somewhere today?" He yelled out.

Zuko reappeared in an instant, wearing basketball shorts and a work out shirt.

"Uhh, yeah, actually,"

Jet threw back the rest of his coffee before standing up.

"Where to?" He needed to get out of this apartment. He thought that living with someone that was a prime partying age would yield more exciting events. Thus far, nothing.

"I started taking kung fu lessons a few years ago, and Master Piandao just came back from Japan last week, I haven't had a lesson with him in a few weeks,"

"Kung fu?" Jet raised an eyebrow, already gnawing on another toothpick. "That's a little on the nose, don't you think?"

"My uncle went to school in Northern Shaolin, and he learned Kung Fu from the masters when he was my age. My dad didn't have the patience for it, but Uncle said it would be good for me. He introduced me to Piandao and Master Jeong Jeong, and I guess he was right. It was good for me," Zuko shrugged.

"Are you any good?" Jet asked, grinning when Zuko rolled his eyes.

"I think I could best you in a fight, yeah,"