trippy sokka... sleepy sokka...
He’s walking towards the Spanish classroom when out of nowhere a very panicked looking Sokka emerges from the hallway and grabs his arm.
He’s tugging him towards the bathrooms.
‘Hello to you too Sokka.’
‘Right yeah. Wait. Gotta… shit! This is so bad. So very fucking bad. Gotta tell you something.’
He opens the door leading to the bathroom.
Sokka lets him go and instead busies himself with checking every single stall.
Zuko frowns at that.
‘Dude, what’s wrong? You’re kinda freaking me out.’
Sokka exhales loudly and properly looks at Zuko.
His mouth opens in schock.
‘Sokka your pupils are kinda fucking huge, what the fuck did you do?’
‘I might’ve accidentally taken a 250 tab instead of a 100.’
Zuko can’t help the laugh that escapes his lips. And then another, and-
‘Are you seriously fucking laughing at me right now? That’s honestly so cruel.’
‘It’s just-’
He’s laughing again.
‘Great. Thank you for being so understanding.’
Zuko tries to stifle the laughs and stands closer to Sokka.
‘Why the fuck did you even think tripping in school would be a good idea?’
Sokka opens his eyes wide.
They’re so very blue.
‘I don’t know man! I just… thought it would be funny? I’m not even sure what went through my head.’
Zuko laughs again.
‘You should definitely go home.’
Sokka looks away and grimaces.
‘My dad’s home. Besides, I wouldn’t be able to drive.’
Zuko sighs.
Sokka’s so dense sometimes.
‘Alright. I’ll take you to mine. Come on.’
He grabs Sokka’s arm and tugs.
‘Really? But what about your uncle?’
He’s staring at Zuko expectantly.
‘We’ll tell him we’re doing a mental health day or some shit like that. He’ll understand.’
Sokka smiles at him warmly.
‘You’re the best Zuko, thank you.’
* * *
Zuko’s sprawled out on his bed while Sokka’s admiring the plants in his room.
‘They’re so pretty. So green.’
Sokka turns to him and grins.
There’s a slight blush on his cheeks.
Zuko smiles back at him and closes his eyes.
I could go for a nap right now.
The bed dips next to him.
He opens his eyes but before he gets to actually register what’s happening he’s got a very warm Sokka sneaking his arms around his waist.
His hair is tickling his nose.
It smells so nice.
Sokka moves around for a bit before he gets comfortable enough to stay still.
Zuko puts one of his hands in the boy’s hair and the other one on his back.
He starts gently, almost absently playing with his hair.
Sokka lets out a little sigh and pushes his head deeper into the space between Zuko’s shoulder and his neck.
‘Is it okay if I fall asleep?’
He’s mumbling but he’s close enough that Zuko can hear what he’s saying.
‘Yes, ‘course.’
Sokka plants a small kiss on his skin.
Oh.
‘You’re seriously the best.'