Zuko was convinced that god hated him.
Really. There was no other explanation for his misfortunes. His entire life was composed of suffering, and if god cared about him, he would've cut him some slack by now.
Apparently, god didn't care.
He couldn't, otherwise Zuko wouldn't be living in the lower ring of Ba Sing Se, serving tea and wearing an apron. An apron. What kind of prince wore an apron?
Obviously, the kind god hated.
The ringing of the bell that hung above the shop door indicated that a customer had just arrived. Looking over to see who it was, Zuko nearly dropped the tray he was carrying.
Standing ten feet away from him was none other than the Avatar's waterbending companion.
The waterbender stared at Zuko for a few moments, obviously quite shocked. Recovering from her surprise, she eyed Zuko's outfit and said, "Nice apron."
Yes, god definitely hated him.
Author's Notes: This little drabble was inspired by a conversation I had in my guild. There's another drabble inspired by the conversation, but I'll post that later. Basically, I just wanted to write about Zuko and his apron.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar or any of its characters. If I did, Zuko would always wear an apron.
