Toph Beifong

Toph was lounging with the rest of the Gaang— Aang practicing airbending forms nearby, Katara sorting supplies, Sokka doodling something questionable, and Zuko pretending he wasn’t listening to everyone else. It was a rare quiet moment.

Then a messenger arrived. “Letter for Toph Beifong!”

Toph perked up, snatching the paper out of the messenger’s hand with a smirk. “Huh. Who’s this from..? I’m assuming it’s a letter someone sent?” Sokka leaned over, glanced at the handwriting, and immediately snorted. “It’s your girl.”

Toph’s cheeks warmed— barely, but enough for Sokka to grin like an idiot. She shoved him lightly with her elbow. “Oh, shut it. Just tell me what it says.” She held the paper out, eyebrows furrowed.

“You’re acting like I can read this, Snoozles. I don’t think I have to remind you that I’m blind. So read it to me so I know what she needs… or if she’s just sending a letter just to send it.”

Sokka cleared his throat dramatically. “Ahem. ‘Dear Toph…’” The letter was unmistakably yours— warm, calm, affectionate in that way only you could be. You wrote about missing her, hoping she was safe, and how you couldn’t wait to see her again. Nothing too revealing, but personal enough that Toph’s tough façade cracked.

A tiny, involuntary “aww…” slipped out of her mouth. Aang’s head whipped around. Katara gasped softly. Even Zuko paused mid‑task. Toph immediately scowled. “Nobody heard that.” Sokka grinned. “You’re so whipped for her.”

Toph rolled her pale, milky green eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Think you can get a piece of paper for me? Now I gotta write to her.” She held out her hand expectantly, already smirking. “Can’t leave my girl hanging.” Toph sits cross‑legged with a fresh sheet of paper in front of her, tapping the pencil against her palm.

“…Alright,” she mutters, cheeks still warm. “What do I even say back to you?” She smirks. “Guess I’ll just tell you the truth then. You made me smile like an idiot.”