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Superheroes were a common occurrence in cities. A couple could be found in more rural areas or simply in the middle of nowhere but those were typically heroes whose powers involved super-empathy or the power to change the color of an object. Abilities, but not abilities that were useful in a fight with aliens or some criminals who got their hands on chemicals to make themselves indestructible. Those with powers to stop threats like that were found in the city where the threats usually popped up.
Most of the time, the threats were mundane enough. There would be a warning sent to everyone in the area, they would move, and, by the end of the week at most, everything would more or less go back to normal. That’s why no one was really batting an eye when Rainstorm—a popular hero in Republic City—fought against some kind of orange creature that went on and on about how it was going to take over the city. It was such a common sight that most people only looked so that they would know where to avoid rather than because they found a superhero interesting—only few superheroes received that kind of awe.
Most people did not include Azula Hino, who was currently leaning against the window in her campus library to watch the fight below.
“Will you focus?” Mai asked, “We only have two days left to study for this exam.”
“I am studying.”
“No. You’re making googly eyes at Rainstorm again.”
“I do not make googly eyes. I observe.” Azula corrected, “There’s a difference.”
“That difference is if you’re drooling or not and you are. We’ve crossed into googly eyes, Zula.” Mai snickered, “Look, we all think she’s hot—”
“You think that.” Azula grumbled.
“But staring at her isn’t going to help us pass.” Mai finished, “We’re already down a member since Katara got sick.”
“I still doubt that. She was just sick last week.” Azula said, “She probably just didn’t want to be shown up by my intelligence again.” Her and Katara’s rivalry in academics was one that had become almost a joke in their friend group. Azula had been the last member to join the friend group, officially being welcomed in by Zuko after her mental health crash during freshman year had caused her to leave school for a year. She came back with the same intelligence and academic discipline but not as mean spirited about it anymore.
Then she and Katara ended up in a lot of the same classes. At first it wasn’t intentional, just small comments of ‘I got this grade’ and ‘I got that grade’ but it quickly spiraled into competing for the best grade in the class and comparing grades when they weren’t even taking the same class. Although staring off rough and worrying the others, it had become a much more laid back topic—more of a joking rivalry than anything serious—especially when Ty Lee created the theory that Katara and Azula were crushing on each other.
“Glad to see your ego is back on track.”
Azula decided not to respond to her friend but she did force herself to turn back towards her study material and away from the fight. Letting the noises fade into the background, Azula began committing the words and definitions to memory in her head, forcing herself to find a way to stuff all the information in her mind without forgetting a single thing. By the time she and Mai were done with studying and quizzing one another, the fight was long over.
“Anything from Katara?” Mai asked.
“No. No texts, calls, nothing.” Azula reported, “I’m sure she just fell asleep after taking some medicine like she did last week. I texted Sokka and he said she was resting all day to feel better for the exam on Friday.”
“Good idea on her part.” Mai shrugged.
Azula shared a dorm room with Ty Lee—mostly because they were best friends but also because Ty Lee wanted to be around in case Azula had another episode—so the gymnast was there when she returned from her study session at the library. There with a grin on her face.
“What’s got you so happy?” Azula asked.
“You are going to love me.”
“Oh?”
“I got a picture of Rainstorm for you!” Ty Lee chirped, pulling out her phone and revealing a very well photographed picture of Rainstorm using her freeze breath to pin the creature to the ground. Photographs of heroes weren't exactly new but to get one so up close was. Most people either couldn’t or chose not to out of self preservation instincts.
“That’s amazing! Send that to me.”
“I figured you’d like it seeing as you have a little crush on her.”
“I do not have a crush on Rainstorm.” Azula hissed, “Why does everyone think that today?”
“Because you clearly do. It’s okay to like her, you know? A lot of people do. Doesn’t she have that popular fan page or something?” Ty Lee missed Azula momentarily freezing, “Anyways, I just sent it to you. So, what are you going to do for the rest of the night?”
“Probably look over my material one final time and send a text to Katara. She’s sick and I really want to rub it in her face that I got ahead in studying.”
Ty Lee only shook her head. If this had been a year ago, she would have gotten nervous or told Azula not to do that because it would make Katara upset. Now the group just knew it to be how Katara and Azula operated.
“Tell her I wish her a speedy recovery.” She absentmindedly noted.
“I will.” Azula perched herself on her bed, stretching her legs out and leaning against her pillow, “Honestly, how does Katara get as much done as she does with her constantly getting so sick?”
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After ensuring that there were no cameras around, Rainstorm made her way back to her civilian room. Thankfully her costume lacked anything shiny or large that would give her location away to someone who managed to spot her. Instead, she could easily use her hands to stick to the wall and climb into her room through an open window. As she did, her lights turned on and Sokka and Aang, both of whom were sitting on the couch turned towards her.
“Who let you two into my dorm room?” She asked, removing her mask and letting her brown hair fall.
“Suki. We were all watching a movie but heard you sneaking in and thought this would be fun.” Sokka explained, “She and Toph are hiding in other rooms.”
“Very fun.” Katara said.
“What are you so upset about?” Toph asked, emerging from the other room, “You stopped the alien.”
“Yeah but he nearly broke my arm. That would have been a pain in the neck to make excuses for again.” Her costume needed to be stored in a hidden location in her room. Not that she believed guests would go snooping through her closet but because she would sleep much better having it hidden away—she even placed tampons and pads on top of it as an extra defense mechanism.
“I know why she’s really upset,” Sokka declared, “she missed her study date with Azula.”
From her room, Katara cried, “It was not a date! I don’t even like her.”
“You need to learn how to lie, Sugar Queen.” Toph plopped herself down in one of the chairs
“Katara’s right. Mai was there. It would have to have been just the two of them for it to be a date.” Aang argued, “Now that long walk they took in the rain—“
“Shut up!” A childish response, yes, but Katara couldn’t help herself. Whenever they talked about Azula, she could feel her face get red and her excuses start to lose their standing, “We only did that because Azula was studying in my room and it got late so I walked her back to her room.”
“Awww. How chivalrous.”
“It was not chivalrous. It was a friend doing a favor for another friend.”
“I was there.” Suki said, taking her spot next to Sokka, “They looked like two actresses straight out of a rom com who had just confessed their feelings in the rain.”
“See? That’s so cute. I ship it.”
“Me too.” Suki grinned, “Kazula.”
“It’s Azutara.” Toph corrected, “Rolls off the tongue better.”
“Yea but Kazula sounds like kazoo and that’s funny.” Sokka argued.
“But Azutara sounds more like a ship name.” Aang said.
“You all suck.” Katara grumbled, leaving her room and now wearing pajamas.
“Kidding aside. You gotta come up with a better lie than ‘I’m sick’ because people are starting to catch on.” Sokka warned, “Mai was asking me questions about how you could be so sick twice in less than two weeks.” Katara nodded. The sick excuse was useful but there was only so much she could use it before people started thinking that she was a liar.
“I’ll keep that in mind. I might need to use one of you guys next time then. Say you need me or something like that.” The life of a superhero, “If you’ll excuse me, I need to study for my exam.”
“Don’t forget finishing that presentation you were supposed to do today.” Sokka added with a grin. He was only grinning for five seconds before Katara put a light frost on his lips, not enough to hurt but enough to keep him from talking until it thawed.
“Next time I’m sacrificing you to the alien.” Closing her door behind her, Katara jumped on her bed and pulled out her phone which she hadn’t touched since jumping into battle.
As expected, there was a text from her dad telling her that he saw Rainstorm was fighting and to be careful. It was disguised as a ‘there’s a fight going on near campus so be safe’ but Katara knew to read between the lines by now. Hakoda hadn’t been the most supportive of Katara’s desire to go to school and be a hero but he decided it was best to support her rather than force her into being something else.
Below his unanswered texts, were a few from Azula.
Smiling to herself, Katara laid back in her bed and pulled out her computer, going over both the exam material and preparing her presentation back to back. At this point, she would probably be so sleep deprived in the morning that she could pass for getting over some kind of sickness.
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The next time that the two ended up seeing one another again was in class the following day. For this semester, they only shared two classes together which upset Katara but she tried not to think about why she was so upset. Professor Bumi was standing in the middle of the room—because standing in the front would be too normal for him—and talking to them about the history of the 1960s.
“Alright! I’ve spoken enough. Turn to the person next to you and talk about what I just told you.”
Next to her, Azula was dressed up in jeans and a wrap top. Her hair—which had been badly cut during her episode—was now in the form of a pixie cut and only reached about halfway down her neck. Personally, Katara loved her hair like this though she never dared to say that to Azula. After going no contact with her father, Azula’s hair and clothing had turned into what she wanted to wear as opposed to the strict outfits that Ozai allowed.
“You suddenly feel well enough to come to class?”
“It was just a 24 hour thing. I feel great now.” Katara lied, “Anyways, what did you think about the lecture?”
“Not much but I’m guessing you have opinions.”
“And what does that mean, princess?” Katara asked, keeping her tone playful as opposed to angry.
She received the smallest glare for the nickname but Azula moved on from it fairly quickly, “It means you love fighting for a cause and the 60s were full of them so I’m curious to hear what you have to say.” The genuine curiosity in Azula’s voice kept Katara from getting angry, “Or maybe you feel too sick?”
“Come on, Zula.”
“You have to admit that it’s weird how many times you’ve been sick, Tara.” Katara couldn’t help the small burst of pride she felt whenever Azula used her nickname. Azula had only ever given nicknames to her, Zuko and Ty Lee so it was hard not to feel a burst of pride, “Is everything okay?”
“Everything’s fine.” Katara told her, “I really did just get hit with something and I didn’t know if it was contagious so I didn’t want to risk getting you sick.”
“Mmm. Whatever you say.”
“Since when is me being sick the most interesting thing we have to talk about anyway? What about that fight yesterday with Rainstorm?”
Katara’s attempt to change the subject worked but it didn’t appear to make Azula much happier, “Don’t get me started.”
“Why? What happened?” Katara felt her gut twist up. She knew Azula was a fan of Rainstorm—they’d talked about it enough—but she didn’t understand why then Azula would be groaning and rolling her eyes.
“I’m just annoyed. Everyone’s been saying I have a crush on her—“
“What?” Katara felt her face start to heat up.
“I mean…is she attractive? Yes. Is her hair absolutely gorgeous? Yes. Are her muscles—“
“You’re not helping your case.” And the knot in her gut was only growing.
“My point is that I can find someone attractive and not have a crush on them. Remember Chan? I found him attractive but I never had a crush on him.” Azula said, “Besides, it’s not like I’ll ever get to meet Rainstorm or anything.”
“You never know. Doesn’t she do those fan meetings from time to time?” Although Katara was trying to step away from those. The last one she did left her meeting some unusual fans and more than one kid tried to tear off her mask because they thought it would be fun, “You could go to one and meet her.”
“While she charges me $100 just for a picture? No, thank you. I’ll stick to the pictures and videos people post online.”
“Fair enough I guess.” Those $100 pictures paid for her schooling but she couldn’t help but agree that it did sound ridiculous to pay that much for a picture with her, “We’re still on for tonight, right?”
“Of course. 6 pm work?”
“Sounds great. I already have a study game in mind that I can kick your butt in.”
“Getting cocky, huh?” Azula smirked, “What makes you so certain you can beat me?”
“Our test scores.”
The ends of Azula’s mouth perked up into a smile, “Now you’re really getting cocky. You’ll be eating those words by tonight, kohai.”
In fact Katara did end up eating those words when she lost two rounds of her study game to Azula that night. Snacks and drinks on the table, the night had slowly evolved from them diligently studying and more so turned into the two of them laughing and studying while also joking around with one another. After her second win, Azula threw her body back against the couch with her phone sliding out of her pocket.
“Best 3 out of 5.” Katara dared, “We bet money this time.”
“First I take your pride and now your money. You’re making this too easy, Tara.”
“Come on, get up, princess. You’re not that out of it yet.”
“Fine. Fine. Let me use the bathroom and then I’ll come back and happily take your money.” Turning on her heel, Azula disappeared into the bathroom while Katara collapsed against the couch. The laughter finally dying in her throat, she decided to take the opportunity to grab her water bottle and fuel up and noticed Azula’s phone on the floor. Without another thought, she picked it up to set it on the table only for the phone to light up.
A text from a group chat she didn’t recognize: I got the biggest clue to Rainstorm’s identity yet! I saw a picture of her with her mask torn and I think she’s in her late 20s.
A direct message from a discord server called Rainstorm Crowd: Azula! You need to see this cosplay I got of Rainstorm for the convention next week.
Just below that was another message from the same server but this one was an update for Azula’s phone: Role: President. Just advanced to level 30.
Azula was the president in a discord server called Rainstorm Crowd. Her academic rival, the person she maybe sorta had a crush on, was in a fanclub for her superhero alter ego. How…when…why….Azula finding her alter ego attractive wasn’t anything new, especially after breaking away from Ozai and allowing herself to be honest in her love for girls, but this? Katara always suspected that if Azula was going to end up with anyone it would be Ty Lee.
She had hardly begun to process the information when Azula returned and spotted her phone in Katara’s hands. Instantly, Azula’s face shifted to one where she didn’t know what emotion to feel.
“What are you doing with my phone?” Her tone was consistent with her lack of emotion.
“I just picked it up off the ground and it started going off with notifications.” Katara explained, “You’re in a Rainstorm Discord server?”
Azula’s face turned bright red but not with anger rather embarrassment, “I like to keep up to date.”
“You know you don’t have to lie to me, right? It’s okay if you like the hero.” Katara said, “I’m not going to make fun of you.”
“You’re not?”
“Why would I? I’m your friend. Plus I like the hero too. We don’t have to talk about anything if you don’t want to but you can talk about stuff with me.” Azula slowly approached the couch like Katara was a viper ready to strike at any moment. Seeing Katara hand her back her phone and rest on the couch, Azula’s embarrassment slowly receded.
“She’s…cool.”
“I agree.”
“And she saved me once?”
“She did?” Had she? Was it a personal save or did she just stop a criminal from destroying a building Azula was in? “When?”
“It’s stupid.”
“Tell me.”
“Years ago. I was 17 and father had kicked me out for the first time because I told him I didn’t want to go to law school. I stupidly left without my phone and was all alone on the streets that night. When it got really late and dark, I could hear some people moving around in the street across from where I was huddled up. I didn’t want them to see me so I ran into an abandoned building to hide. I guess she must have seen me run in there because she showed up and offered to help me find somewhere warm to stay that night. I told her I didn’t have any money on me, and I knew father would be angry for using his card while I was kicked out, so she lent me her phone and I used it to call Ty Lee. Rainstorm ended up waiting there with me in silence for thirty minutes until Ty Lee showed up to take me to her house.”
“And you liked her ever since?” Katara asked.
“Not…really. I liked her more in the last two years but since that night I’ve been a fan.” Azula pressed her thumbs together, trying to do anything to distract from how she was feeling until Katara gently took Azula’s hand in her own, “Thank you for letting me talk about this.” Her face was only a few inches from Katara’s.
“Of course. You can always talk to me about anything and…I’m glad that you now feel like you can talk to me.”
“I like having someone like you to talk to.” Azula whispered.
“Even after I kick your butt in this game, princess?” Katara’s laugh was a quiet laugh. The only reason someone would know Katara was laughing was because of her grin and slight shake.
Azula didn’t laugh, “Even then.” She pressed her face forward, lips colliding with Katara who joined her in the kiss.
Suki received a text 5 minutes later telling her to stay with Sokka that night.
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In the weeks that followed, Katara and Azula continued to be happier than ever. They still competed in nearly everything academic but their friendly dialogue almost always ended with kissing or with one of them threatening to withhold dates. By all accounts, Katara and Azula were blissfully happy in their new relationship. Something none of their friends wanted to end but a couple of them were bringing up some key questions, specifically Sokka was.
“So, will you tell her?” Sokka asked.
“Tell my girlfriend that I’m a superhero? No. That’s not something I plan to do anytime soon.”
“Katara, you have to tell her. You can’t just go an entire relationship without her who you really are.” He argued.
“She knows who I am. I’m Katara. Rainstorm is—”
“Is a part of that. Besides, didn’t you say that she’s a super big fan? Why wouldn’t she be thrilled to know she’s dating her?”
“It’ll just be…it’ll be awkward, Sokka. What if she gets so embarrassed that she doesn’t want to see me again?”
Her brother just shrugged, “What if she gets so mad at you for lying that she doesn’t want to see you again? You have to take the risk.”
“I’ll think about it.”
As if the universe was getting tired of waiting, Katara ended up having a fight that night with a group of criminals. They weren’t super powered so Katara didn’t see the fight lasting all that long. Honestly, she was more concerned about getting herself dirty and late for her date with Azula than actually being injured by these guys. That was until one of them pulled out a weird looking gun and managed to nick her with it. Instantly, the water spout she had been using to hold herself up collapsed and Katara fell to the ground, scratching her head as she hit the pavement.
The criminal approached her with an almost pep in his step. Like he was no longer afraid of her in the slightest, “Like it? Temporarily eliminates a superhero's powers. I wonder what it would do the second time I hit you with it.” He grinned and aimed the gun until the sound of sirens filled the air.
“Drop your weapons!” Katara, taking that as her sign to leave, bolted from the scene and ran back towards her campus. Without her powers, she was stuck on the ground and in perfect view for someone to see her in her outfit. Not to mention her head still really hurt from falling and Katara was starting to see spots.
Not too far from her was the library and Azula’s study room—everyone called it her study room because Azula refused to study anywhere else unless she was dragged there or if she was studying with Mai who despised the first floor room with everything in her.
“Azula said she was going to study before our date.” Katara remembered, pushing her body towards the window. She poked her head up just enough to see Azula with her computer and notebook open as she took down notes.
This was it. This was the moment that she would reveal who she was to Azula. She would confess to her and…and hopefully Azula wouldn’t hate her for lying or hate her for being a superhero. Although that was a distinct possibility. It was also probably possible that Azula would be so angry she’d leave and Katara would be found by another random civilian who would remove her mask at the first chance they got. Then her secret was exposed not only to Azula but to the whole world.
Katara was so deep in thought that she didn’t realize she was still looking at Azula from the window. Through the corner of her eye, Azula spotted something and turned to face whatever was in the window, spotting Katara in a second.
“Rainstorm?” Azula quickly rushed over to open the window, “What are you doing here?”
Katara's eyes momentarily widened, “You’re not….Oh! My mask!” Her mask was still on.
“Are you okay?”
Considering that she was currently seeing five Azula’s, “Probably not.” The last thing Katara saw before she blacked out was Azula’s terrified expression.
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When Katara opened her eyes again, she was in Azula’s apartment and laying on her couch. There was a wet rag on her forehead and a blanket draped over her body but Katara’s hand instantly went to her mask which was still on and felt like it hadn’t moved since she passed out.
“I didn’t take it off.” Azula told her, “I understand wanting to keep your identity a secret.”
“You don’t know the half of it.” Katara told her, making sure to change up her voice to her superhero voice so Azula couldn’t recognize her, “Thank you for taking care of me by the way.”
“You’re welcome. I brought you back to my dorm room without anyone seeing but I did have to put my coat over you and pretend you were my drunk friend.” Katara laughed, “I didn’t want to take you to the hospital because of…you know, so I thought it was best to just let you rest and heal on your own. Your head has a bad cut on it, but now that you’re awake I can help you clean it out and bandage it up.” She offered.
“Yeah. That’s a good idea.” Katara nodded. Azula grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen and brought it over to her, taking a seat on the chair and watching Katara drink the glass. Only when Katara set it down, did Azula lean over to tend to the bad cut on Katara’s head, “So…are you a fan?” If nothing else, maybe some light comedy and joking around would get rid of this knot in her stomach.
“Oh! Well…I don’t know if I’d say fan.” Azula quickly rubbed the back of her neck with a nervous smile, “Not that I don’t admire your work! You obviously have saved us thousands of times but I don’t want to freak you out or anything—”
“You won’t freak me out. I promise.” Katara tried to push herself up on the couch but a shot of pain ran through her head that made that impossible.
Azula must not have noticed because she carried on as if she hadn’t seen Katara wince in pain, “I don’t really know what to say. I mean I’m certainly a fan of you saving us and I’ve watched a lot of videos on your fights and—my father actually once attempted to get you to visit the mansion for one of his parties and I remember being so excited and spending hours on my look but you didn’t show up.” Katara winced—this time not from the pain but embrassment—she remembered that party. The reason she hadn’t gone was because she read up on Ozai a few hours before the party and discovered all the illegal things he was doing and didn’t want to be associated with him.
“I’m really sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. I understand hero work must take a lot out of you.”
“Yes, but it still hurts to hear that you got all dressed up for me and I didn’t even come.”
“It wasn’t all for you.” Azula’s cheeks were starting to turn red.
“Whatever you say, princess.” The words were out of Katara’s mouth before she could stop them. It just felt so easy to talk to Azula that she fell into habit without realizing.
“Princess? No one calls me that except…” Katara could tell the moment Azula put everything together by her face alone. Her squinting eyes widening and her mouth opening like she wanted to speak but the words either refused to come out or she didn’t quite know what to say, “...Katara?” The word was so quiet and uttered in such a voice of disbelief that it almost hurt Katara to hear it coming from Azula.
Slowly, Katara grabbed at her mask and pulled it off, letting her brown hair fall down her back and her eyes, no longer protected by her goggles, met Azula’s wide and shaking ones.
“How…How are you…?”
“These guys broke into our house when me and my mom were home. They had this weird laser thing that they stole and hit us with it. My mom died instantly, frozen from the inside out, but the blast didn’t kill me for some reason: it gave me water and ice powers. My dad worked for the army and he knew what could happen to a kid with powers so he told me to hide them and set up the basement so that I could practice but as I got older I wanted to help more people. I wanted to make sure no one had to lose someone the way I lost my mom. So, I trained, learned how to fight and use my powers and how to actually help people.”
“And became Rainstorm?”
“And became Rainstorm.” Katara confirmed, “I started with smaller stuff like helping homeless people and runaways, but as my power grew I took on more and more complex threats and…here we are.”
“And you never thought this would be good information to tell me?” Azula asked, “Or did you just think I was some idiotic civilian?”
Katara quickly sat up, ignoring the pain “No! No! Azula…it was never like that. I just…”
“Please don’t use the same excuse ‘I didn’t want you to get hurt’ that every hero uses.”
“I didn’t think you’d want to see me again.” Katara whispered, “You were embarrassed just admitting that you were a fan of Rainstorm. I thought that if you knew you were also dating her you’d want to break up because it would be too much for you.”
The blood no longer coming out of the cut, Azula grabbed the bandages that she had brought and placed it against Katara’s skin. From what she could see, Katara didn’t have many other injuries beyond a few more cuts and bruises that would all heal on their own. Without a word, Azula took everything off the floor and stood up, heading towards the kitchen with Katara right behind her.
“Is it too much?” Katara asked.
“It’s not too much. It’s—It’s just a lot to take in.”
“I understand. Do you want to break up?”
“No. No, I don’t think so. Is this the only thing you hid from me?” Azula turned back to face Katara, letting her girlfriend see the hurt on her face and finally seeing Katara’s almost pleading expression.
“Yes. The only thing……and your baking sucks, but those are the only two things!” Against her will, the ends of Azula’s mouth began to go up, “I really am sorry, Azula. The only reason I didn’t tell you was because I love this relationship so much and I didn’t want it to end but I understand if you don’t trust me anymore and you don’t think we can work out.”
“I never said that.” Azula pushed herself against Katara so that their bodies were touching, “Make no mistake, I’m pissed that you lied to me.”
“Understandable.”
“But I understand why you did it and I don’t want to break up either.” Azula finished, “As long as you promise you won’t lie to me anymore.”
“I promise. You have my word as a superhero.”
“And I get free access to at least 5 conventions a year through you.” Azula grinned, wrapping her arms around Katara's neck.
“This feels like exploitation.”
“You lied to me for almost two months.”
“Fair enough.”
Katara pulled Azula in close for a kiss, letting herself finally feel a sense of relaxation pour over her when Azula kissed her back. For the time being, everything felt absolutely perfect.
“Wait.” Azula pulled away and Katara’s stomach twisted into a knot, “You know about the discord server and the messages and you are Rainstorm. You know—Nanite kotoda! Nanite kotoda!” Her hands flew into her hair like she was trying to tear it out.
“Azula, Azula. It’s okay.”
“I’m the president of a discord server centered around my girlfriend!” Azula cried, “Ty Lee has sent me videos of you because she thought you looked hot!”
“And you apparently got all dolled up to meet me. You really did have a little crush on me.” Katara grinned, “Oh. Don’t forget your one friend that wanted to cosplay as me.”
“....And this is when I get a new identity. I’ll see you in about ten years.” Katara grabbed Azula’s hand before she could leave and pulled her close again.
“I love you.” Once again the words were out of her mouth before Katara could stop them, “You don’t have to say it back–” She was cut off by a kiss from Azula.
“I love you too.”