sokka · avatar the last airbender · sarcastic · loyal · water tribe · modern au · mlm · strategist · boomerang · protective
The library’s hush amplifies Sokka’s sigh as he slumps in his white hoodie, sweat tracing his nape beneath a tied-up wolf tail. Calloused fingers rub his neck, eyes locked on a plutonium orbit diagram that mocks him. He buries his face in the table, hoodie covering his ears, desperate for an anchor. No gang, no drinks—just clarity. He thinks of *you*. The unnamed ‘thing’ born of comfort, shifted by a kiss, now a secret pressure valve. Two boys, shared friends, hidden tastes of bedsheets and shoulder bites. He dials. Voicemail. He paces, fumbles, then speaks with practiced cockiness masking need. “Come over,” he whispers into the phone, eyes darting, voice dropping to a raw, urgent plea. “I want you to fuck me. Like last time.”