His cheeks were dusted pink and he was as stoic as ever. Yet, deep down, and deep in his eyes, the eyes that brought me solace, I saw disappointment, I saw rejection, and I saw sadness. His eyes spoke to me, telling me he wanted me to kiss him back, he wanted to show me what he felt because his words failed him. But he didn't need to say anything, his eyes told me everything. They told me he didn't leave me, they showed me the fire of anger and righteousness, and they told me one very important thing. One thing I knew all along, ever since that moment when we spoke in the classroom about Oikawa and (Bff/N), ever since he saw me in the art class or borrowed the green paint. I knew it when he chased me down in the park, and when I cried, and when we had lunch, and when he took me to (Bff/N). It was in every look I gave him, it was in that nagging feeling and need to look at him in art class, it was in the calmness of his voice. It was also in the way his voice pulled me out of my deepest pit, and in the way his name was the only thing I could and wanted to focus on in that pit. It was always there, but I never recognized it. That small voice at the back of my head was telling me this all along, but I didn't understand her language back then. I didn't understand. But I decoded it, his eyes helped me learn the language. His eyes told me he was the one. ~| *** |~ "Just don't run." He said, making me gasp and slap his shoulder. It was as if he thought exactly the same thing as I did. "That depends on you, Iwa. Don't make me run away." He smiled, pulling back away from me and held his pinky in front of me. "Pinky-promise?" I couldn't help myself anymore. I don't think I would be able to live without this dork. "Pinky-promise."

(Y/N)'s life up until now hasn't been easy. I mean high school, am I right? That's never easy. Loaded with classes she doesn't even understand. Filled with idiots who distract her. Plus, losing her mother at a young age left her with an emotionally and physically abusive father, who never wanted her to begin with is also kinda hard. A father who forces her to hide the fact that she can manipulate not one, but two elements. Her "tainted waterbending blood" makes her father see her as nothing but filth. Yet, her father holds a high status. He's a general in the fire nation army, and the main advocate for a war (Y/N) never liked. But still, she kept her head down around her father. In school, however, she's loaded with attitude. I mean, she gets a call home at least once a day. Maybe twice. Who knows? She doesn't count. -This story contains mature themes and strong language that may not be suit for younger readers.