AN: Autumn Tyzula Week 2016. It's another very strict word count collection.
001. Trouble
Azula knows she is in over her head. She knows that this is nothing but trouble and a foolish move, but Ty Lee is looking at her expectantly and she has lost her gift for moving speeches.
They stand on a beach and Azula has been tongue-tied for the first time all night. It feels terrible and she has sand in her mouth, gazing at a girl she tries very hard to keep out of her mind. A girl who has just confessed her undying love.
"I'd—I'd be lying if I said I've never thought about you that way," Azula says, knowing she has lied about that more than once. "But I don't—I don't know how we could ever work out. It seems—seems—seems like more trouble than it's worth. It'll be far from perfect."
"I don't need perfect," says Ty Lee, stepping towards Azula. "I need you, and, Azula, I…you're my kind of trouble."
"Your kind of trouble?" Azula smirks. Her heart pounds and she bets people can hear it on the other side of the world, but she is slightly more at ease.
Ty Lee just smiles, not knowing the right words, and kisses Azula.