Breathless
Zuko paced anxiously on the dock. Of course he was excited to see her again- but he was also nervous. Their letters recently made him wonder if…
He groaned and ran his hands down his face. He felt almost physically ill when he saw the Water Tribe ship on the horizon. She was here.
He needed to compose himself. She'd tease him relentlessly if she saw how worked up he was just greeting her. He was the Fire Lord dammit- he shouldn't be losing his cool out here in public. Over a girl, no less.
Even if that girl was the most amazing, most powerful, most compassionate girl he had ever met.
Oh Agni it was hard to breathe.
Zuko straightened his shoulders as the ship drew near.
You can do this. It's just Katara.
He ignored the countervoice that pointed out that was the entire reason he was freaking out. Because it was Katara.
The ship docked. Zuko hid his trembling hands in the sleeves of his robe.
And when she stepped onto the ladder, looking down at him, he felt the breath leave his lungs.
Agni, she was so beautiful.
He wondered if he would ever stop feeling breathless around her.