COMPROMISE
Ty Lee wished she could truly believe it when she said (as she did frequently) that Azula was good at absolutely everything she did.
But Azula had her flaws.
One of which was a complete inability to ever accept a compromise. That posed quite a dilemma when they were twelve years old and starting to slowly mutually acknowledge their innocent but strong feelings for each other.
Today, they sat in Azula's bedroom working on a school project.
Ty Lee happily followed orders.
She did as Azula said not just because she was so confident, or because she was a princess, but because Ty Lee was in love with her.
But Ty Lee dared protest a sweep of red paint. It was not her smartest move.
"Oh, my apologies. I had no idea you were in charge." Azula sat back and crossed her arms. Ty Lee braced herself for destruction. "By all means, do the project yourself. I only came up with the idea and did the entirety of the research. I am certain you will not embarrass yourself during the presentation. And good luck without the artifacts my father let me borrow!"
"Azula—"
"Princess."
"Princess, I'm really sorry. The paint looks perfect I just had some dust from the artifacts in my eyes."
"Is that supposed to be a decent excuse for criticizing my work?"
"Yeah—no—I uh—"
Azula opened her mouth, fingers now smoking dangerously, and Ty Lee acted on panicked.
She kissed Azula on the cheek and left her flustered long enough to get a sentence in.
"Thank you for helping me with this project. I mean, the whole red paint thing just shows I'd be lost on my own!"
Ty Lee escaped Azula's ire.
Azula stayed up all night thinking about that kiss.
