summary: You never really get a quiet moment with Itto, apart from this one time you didn’t quite mean to cause.
a/n: inspired by bruno major - nothing. The one lyric from it which I use doesn’t do well on its own without the rhythm of the song, but I’m not experienced in writing songfics, so I’ll just leave it like this.
- I’ve matched that one lyric with my reading speed, so that when it appears on the fic, it should also appear on the song. People have different reading speeds, though, so it’s not going to be perfect.
- also for the future arataki mains to read while waiting!
Quiet moments were rare with Itto.
He was always chatting away about this and that passion of his. It was cute, really. You were glad to be a listener, since carrying conversations tended to be difficult for someone like you.
His rowdiness tended to bring many a troublesome situation. Whether it was being called out specifically to be silent or his bluntness in asking people for competitions, each moment was quite entertaining.
This was a given with Itto, and well, you were never bored.
Not even with movies taking his full focus would he stop mumbling.
Itto wasn’t the brightest of folk. Sometimes, data went through one of his ears and then out the other; and sometimes, his mind wasn’t enough to process information. “What did she just say? “Why greatness? Why is goodness not enough?” Argh, what’s up with the fancy talk?”
And even when the scenery was enough to silence most folk, for its beauty and briskness was enough to take one’s breath away, he did not seem to take note of it.
Just like always, he was chatting away mindlessly. Though he may have already talked to you about most of his hobbies, he didn’t seem to notice. “I mean, they should be an olympic sport! The competitors have like, 10 minutes! 10 minutes to find a random beetle from a random area and then, after that, they take them to a ring and…”
“Have I told you lately “I’m grateful you’re mine” ?”
Itto stops in his rambling, which was certainly a relief for the cafe patrons around you. For once, you’ve got him speechless, although not intentionally. In truth, you meant to say that in your mind. “Could you…” He gulps, “could you say that again?”
You chuckle at how flustered he seems to be, “I’m grateful you’re mine.”
A noticeable blush spreads upon his cheeks. This wasn’t the most uncommon of things, but it was certainly cherished. “You alright, sweetheart?” You teasingly ask.
“I-” He clears his throat, “I am.”
He doesn’t continue talking, at the very least, not yet. He glances out the window and catches the sight of the sunset. “...mighty beautiful, no?”
“Typically, yes. But now? I’d say you’re prettier.”
“Archons…” Itto sighs, “You’re not going to let this down, are you?” He was often not the one being complimented, trying to find compliments usually resulted in a perpetually thinking mind for you, so he wasn’t quite used to it.
“No. I’d wager that’s okay, though?” Though there was nothing to wager. You were sure of it.
the thing about zukka is that sokka being into zuko is like not at all out of character for him. sokka's type is like someone who is strong and who has a deep and unyielding sense of duty and pride for their culture and love for their people and post-redemption arc thats basically zuko's whole thing. and zuko being into sokka is not out of character because sokka’s like the rizzmaster 8000
I would like to additionally point out a discovery that I made just now; not only does his hair, body, form, and weights change, but also the SPEED of the pushups increase which further emphasizes how much time he’s been training to get to where he is in the present. He’s acquired so much skill to the point that he can do pushups with TWO fingers, one hand, and ONE foot with such efficiency that he seems accustomed to it (just straight aura farming atp).
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