For Toza's Gym: Earth Disks (Ramen)
Word Count: 312
A/N: This is a continuation of our team's story for round one of the Pro-Bending Competition (link in profile). Because I couldn't resist doing a modern Sukka ballet AU! Chapter titles are ballet references btw.
Sokka was late to his second ballet practice. Suki should have known it would be a short-lived thing. She ignored the flutter of excitement in her stomach at the sight of him in tights and glowered at her boyfriend. "And where have you been?"
Concern replaced her anger when she saw him keel over. Sokka dry heaved, then sat down on one of the benches that flanked the studio door. Suki rushed to him and instinctively placed a hand on his forehead. He felt fine, just…
She sashayed out of the way just in time, grateful that he didn't hurl on her pointe shoes. She glanced around the room for a towel, ignoring the glares coming from her instructor and classmates.
Sokka groaned. "I'm so sorry, Suki. This was supposed to be… perfect." He gestured toward a gift bag he had placed on the floor.
"You don't have to buy me something every time. We already made up, remember?" she scolded.
His answer came in the form of a blank stare.
"Sokka, go home. Should I call you a cab?"
"Noooooooooo, it was the cab that made me feel this way! Crazy driver!" he protested while holding a hand over his stomach. "Either that or I had some really bad ramen for lunch."
"You really shouldn't—" Suki knew they were disrupting class, so instead of continuing her rant, she rushed off to the bathroom to get paper towels. It wasn't the first time she'd cleaned up after him, and it likely wouldn't be the last.
When she came back, Sokka was stretched out on the bench, fast asleep. The jetlag from his two-day Ba Sing Se trip had finally caught up to him.
The instructor loudly cleared her throat, but before Suki rejoined the group, she peeked inside the bag Sokka had brought.
She let out a squeal of delight.