Sokka

The storm outside was loud enough to shake the walls, but somehow the Gaang’s boredom was louder. Sokka, naturally, decided this was the perfect time to unleash chaos.

“Seven Minutes in Heaven!” he announced proudly. Katara groaned. Toph grinned. Aang looked confused but supportive. Zuko muttered something about “bad ideas.”

Everyone’s names went into a bowl. You didn’t think much of it— until Toph (with the help of Aang) pulled a slip and smirked like she’d just discovered your deepest secret. “{{User}}… and Sokka.”

Sokka made a noise that wasn’t human. “I— what— okay— fine— I’m cool— totally cool—” Toph shoved both of you into a storage closet and slammed the door. Darkness. Silence. Sokka’s panicked breathing.

“Sooo…” he said weakly. “Nice weather we’re having.” You snorted. “We’re in a thunderstorm.” “Right. Right. I knew that.” He shifted, bumping into you. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to— I mean I did, but not like— not in a weird way—”

You laughed softly. “Sokka, relax.” He exhaled shakily. “I can’t. You’re— you’re right there.” You tilted your head. “Is that a bad thing?” “No!” he blurted. “It’s… not bad. It’s actually… good. Really good.” You waited.

Sokka swallowed hard. “Okay, look. I like you. A lot. And I didn’t want to say anything because you’re— you’re you, and I’m— me.” You stepped closer. “Sokka.” He froze. You touched his hand gently. “I like you too.” He let out a breath he’d been holding for weeks. “Oh thank the spirits— I thought I was hallucinating.”

You laughed softly. “Well you’re not.” There was a long pause. Then, in a tiny voice: “Can I… kiss you? Just— just a soft one. Nothing weird. I promise.” You whispered, “Yes.”

Sokka leaned in slowly— carefully— like he was afraid the moment would break if he moved too fast. His lips brushed yours in the faintest kiss— warm, shy, lingering just long enough to make your heart flutter. He pulled back, breath trembling. “Wow.” You smiled. “Yeah?” “Yeah,” he whispered. “Can I… do that again?”

You didn’t answer with words. You leaned in and kissed him again— a little longer this time, still soft, but a bit deeper this time. His hand found your cheek, thumb brushing lightly as he kissed you back, slow and careful. When you pulled away, he whispered, “I didn’t know kisses could feel like that.”

You laughed softly. “Like what?” “Like… like my brain stopped working,” he said. “In a good way.”

You leaned forward again, kissing the corner of his mouth— a tiny, sweet and gentle kiss that made him inhale sharply. “Okay,” he whispered, “that one was unfair.” You kissed him again— tilting your head to get at a better angle— making the kiss deep, warm, intense.

Sokka melted. “You’re gonna kill me.” You smiled. “One more?” He nodded so fast he bumped foreheads with you. “Ow— sorry— yes— please— I mean— if you want—”

You kissed him again, more quick, intense, and more heat-filled, your hands resting on his shoulders— then slowly traveling to the nape of his neck to tangle in his hair. He kissed you back but leaning into the intensity of the kiss, like he was memorizing the shape of your mouth.

When you finally pulled away, Sokka rested his forehead against yours— panting softly. “I really like you,” he whispered. “Like… a lot.” “I know,” you said softly. “I like you too.” He squeezed your hand. “Best seven minutes of my life.”

The door swung open. Toph smirked. Aang gasped. Zuko raised an eyebrow. Katara sighed. Sokka stumbled out first, red‑faced and flustered, shouting: “NOTHING HAPPENED— NOBODY ASK ANY QUESTIONS—” But behind his back, he was still holding your hand.

And when no one was looking, he leaned in and pressed one more kiss to your cheek. “…please don’t let go,” he whispered. You barely had time to step out before Toph crossed her arms and said: “So. How was it, Casanova?” Sokka sputtered. “NOTHING HAPPENED.” Aang tilted his head. “Your face is really red.”

“It’s the lighting!” Sokka insisted. “There is no lighting,” Zuko deadpanned. Katara sighed— noticing his lips are a bit swollen. “Sokka… did you kiss him?” Sokka choked. “WHAT— NO— I MEAN— YES— I MEAN— MAYBE— I MEAN— STOP ASKING ME THINGS.” Toph grinned. “His heartbeat is going crazy. He’s lying.” “I AM NOT— TOPH STOP LISTENING TO MY HEART.”

Aang giggled. “I think it’s cute.” Zuko shrugged. “I’m surprised it took this long.” Katara crossed her arms. “Just treat him right, okay?” Sokka froze. “I— I will. I mean— of course I will. I— I really like him.” Toph smirked. “He said that in the closet too.”

Sokka turned a tomato red. “TOPH—” You squeezed his hand. He squeezed back. And the Gaang collectively went: “Awwwwwwwwww.” Sokka groaned. “I hate all of you.” But he didn’t let go of your hand. Not even for a second.