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🌫UHHH INTERNALIZED HOMOPHOBIA? 🌫

nearly two weeks had passed since sokka and zukos little.. outing.

did either one of them ever decide to make a move? no.

purely because zuko was too scared, anxious and awkward. and sokka?

pfft.

nope. no no no no no. this crush? it was starting to get overwhelming. it had been. it had been overwhelming since that first night zuko showed up. sokka didn't even know boys were an option until now, and he still didn't even.. know how to deal with his 'homosexual tendencies.'

this left him in a hole. a dark, dimly lit hole. the small source of light being none other than zuko himself. he couldn't get to the light.

because his body was in fight or flight in that hole, that he continued to dig down deeper and deeper until he couldn't see the light anymore.

he kept his emotions to himself from that tea date on. katara didn't know anything (other than what she'd put together herself), aang didn't know. toph was away visiting her parents so she wasn't even an option anyway. and did zuko know? obviously not.

it was miserable. these feelings were miserable. sokka was miserable.

no more sleepovers.

no more hugs.

no more holding.

no clothes sharing.

no bed sharing.

he wouldn't even allow himself to go into zukos room. he pushed those loud feelings down and far away, so far down he buried them into that hole he'd been putting himself in for a week and a half.

more than a week and a half.

during the daytime, it was like putting literal bricks on his chest.

'have you talked to zuko?'

no. he didn't want to talk to zuko.

(try and believe that, why doncha?)

during the night he could breathe and relieve that tension.

two weeks ago sokka knew he was at his breaking point, which is exactly why he started this self-destructive operation.

'no. you cannot simply, "break". you've fought in war. you've murdered people. you've been through worse. this is some silly little boy crush.

you don't like him, you like the idea of him.

you like the idea of him holding you. you like the idea of zuko gently, and nervously, pulling you closer; close enough you could give in to those honey eyes.

close enough you could reach out and hold him the same.

close enough you could feel something other than this.