Just posted Chapter 6 of my conservative debater Zuko x organizer Katara AU slow-burn :) excerpt below and you can read the whole thing here.
Katara marched up to him with a purpose, catching his eye only a moment before she reached him. He stopped and lowered his phone; surprise stretched out the features of his face as he scanned her.
“I hope you’re pleased with yourself,” she started, poking him in the chest with a finger.
Zuko leaned back, startled, and blinked. She saw his wide, amber eyes hold hers, something unreadable in their depths. His brow lowered as the shock faded, and knitted together with a distressed grimace that confused Katara.
“For your information, I’m not.”
“Wha—” Katara sputtered, her finger still pressing into his sternum. She closed her eyes, cleared her thoughts, and opened them again. “Look, asshole. It’s clear you know what I’m talking about, so listen carefully. We can trade barbs in the spirit of open debate or whatever as much as you like, but you crossed a line.”
He averted his gaze and pressed his lips together. As much as he was leaning back, Katara was pressing forward, refusing to give him an inch. She could see a few curious students pausing to watch the exchange, but she paid them no heed.
“I don’t care if you get me riled up with your bullshit arguments,” she continued, bringing the finger to point at his chin, “I don’t care if you sit there pompous behind your little desk all day and peddle your colonial rhetoric. But you keep it there, in your realm of tiny ideas and weak words, and out of the personal lives of other people.”
He held his hands up and took a step back to force some space between them. “I do keep it there,” he said, scowling.