A/N: This idea struck me late last night as I was trying to fall asleep. Unfortunately, I couldn't sleep because I was too excited about the new Yellowcard song! Yellowcard has been one of my fav bands for a long time and I was very happy to find out they got back together a couple months back and even more happy to hear new music. Actually, the time they went on hiatus was about the same time I did, I used to listen to them a lot while writing these things. ANYWAYS. I actually really enjoyed writing this one and currently feel very inspired. School is closed today because of icy rain, so I plan on doing more. Enjoy!

Katara looked in the mirror on the far wall across from the bed where she and Aang sat, her legs dangling off the edge and he sitting cross legged behind her, braiding and unbraiding, stroking, twirling, feeling her hair. He did this in private often, when they had nothing else to do. Lately though, the rest of the world's ideas on hair seemed to be changing. Girls in all three nations had begun to cut their hair short, some only as short as Toph's, but many others, much, much shorter. It did show their faces better, and Katara could only imagine how much time it saved in washing, brushing, and everything else. She, however had not yet cut her hair. She'd been growing it since she had been nine years old and felt rather reluctant to simply chop it all off. Then again, perhaps it would look better. Perhaps Aang would notice her face more, and perhaps it would be somewhat liberating to not have to spend at least half an hour on maintaining it every day. Perhaps she wouldn't stick out in the crowd so much like she already did with the striking contrast between her skin and eyes. She wasn't normally one to care about what other girls did in terms of fashion, but when she stuck out so much, it did make her question herself a bit. She had at least considered the change.

"Aang?" She asked unsurely.

"Yeah?" His hands were still twined in her silky strands of hair.

"I've been thinking…about cutting my hair short. Do you think I should?" Aang instantly released his handful of locks, and as she turned towards him, he looked as though she had just told him Appa was dead.

"W-what?" He asked, horrified.

"Why would you do that?" Katara couldn't help but laugh, slightly relieved.

"Well, look around. Everyone's doing it, and I sort of stick out. Not to mention it would be so much easier to handle. Taking care of it does take up a lot of my time, you know? Maybe I should try something new. Besides, everyone says long hair hides a girl's face." Aang did not look at all placated; rather, he only looked more panicked.

"No!" was the first thing that came out of his mouth, but then, he shook his head and apologized quickly. He didn't want to sound selfish, it was her hair after all.

"I mean…I love your hair this way. If you stick out, it's only because you're more beautiful. It doesn't matter what everyone else looks like as long as you're happy with the way you look. I mean, if you really think it would make you happier to cut it, go ahead, but…don't you like your hair?" He asked her. She glanced in the mirror again and smiled slightly when she saw Aang's reflection beside her, blushing when he reached out to reverently touch her hair. Her smile only grew as she caught his eye in the mirror, and saw the clear fondness on his features and suddenly, she felt rather silly. How could she possibly have wanted to cut her hair when it got such a loving, spellbound reaction from the one she cherished most? What did it matter if the other girls were cutting their hair short when she was the one with the most gentle, loving, incredible boy in the world longing to run his fingers through hers?

"I do." She answered, turning to look back at Aang more directly. He too, seemed relieved.

"I'm glad." He grinned.

"But, it's still a lot of work." She grinned slyly and scooted closer to him.
"Katara…" He said seriously.

"If that's all, I'll do all the work for you. If you show me how, I'll wash it every other day and brush it and braid it, and do whatever else you want to be done with it. I promise." Katara only shook her head and kissed his cheek.

"I'm kidding. You don't need to do all that. So long as you like it this way, that's how I'll keep it. It makes me happy to be able to share something with you that you like." She said, taking his hands. It was true. Despite the fact that he was the most pure, selfless person she'd ever met, Aang more often than not had to sacrifice even the smallest of his personal desires for others, and so she tried to fulfill as many of them as she possibly could, loving him with all she had. He grinned broadly and kissed her softly on the lips, stealing her breath for what felt like the millionth time. His kisses were a perfect representation of him; sweet, loving, gentle and she could never have too many.

"By the way." He murmured, tucking her hair behind her ears and smiling into her eyes before he kissed her again.

"As long as you let me this close, I can see your face just fine."