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Republic City gleamed, a monument to peace forged after Ozai’s fall. In the quiet kitchen, you chopped vegetables, the rhythmic slicing the only sound until the door clicked shut. Footsteps, light and familiar, approached. Aang emerged, shirtless, his blue tattoos stark against his skin. He moved with a sudden, intense grace, flanking you against the counter, his hands caging them in. The air grew heavy, charged with three years of unspoken tension. His breath warmed you’s neck as he leaned in, picking up an onion with deliberate slowness. “Katara went to the market,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a vulnerable whisper. He confessed a near-fatal attack by The Denied at the Southern Air Temple, his gaze dark with the terrifying realization of extinction. “I thought this was i…