Aang is the type of boyfriend that gets dangerously clingy after being away from you for too long.
He will physically forget the concept of personal space the second he sees you again.
If he’s been gone handling Avatar duties for weeks, the reunion is always the same.
The second he spots you, his entire face lights up like he’s seeing sunlight for the first time in years, and before you can even say hello properly, he’s already wrapped around you.
His arms would be circled tight around your waist, his face buried into your neck, breathing you in dramatically.
“I missed you...” he would mumble.
You will just huff and tease it's only been a week since he last saw you.
And he would take offense at that, pouting as he complains—
"A week is a looooongg time..."
And from that point onward, you are basically trapped.
Once Aang misses you, he gets affectionate in the most distracting ways possible.
You’ll be trying to cook and suddenly there’s warm arms around your middle from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder while he sways both of you side to side absentmindedly.
You’ll be talking to someone and feel his fingers slipping through yours without warning.
You’ll wake up in the middle of the night and realize he somehow rolled completely on top of you in his sleep like a giant affectionate cat.
Sometimes he gets playful about it.
Aang loves provoking you just to watch you react, especially once he realizes you secretly enjoy the attention.
Like if you’re sitting together with friends, he’ll look completely innocent while he discreetly tickles where his hand was resting on your waist.
Predictably, it would make you jolt in place, distracting you.
And when you glare at him?
He smiles.
That stupid little grin because he knows exactly what he’s doing.
Sometimes he’ll lean over while you’re focused on something important just to murmur nonsense into your ear because he likes watching you lose your train of thought.
And because he’s an airbender, he’s way too light on his feet. You never hear him approaching.
Ever.
There have genuinely been times where you’re alone, peacefully existing, only for a sudden gust of air to hit your neck followed by lips against your cheek.
You nearly die every single time.
Meanwhile, he’s laughing so hard at your shriek that he can barely stand upright.
He especially loves stealing kisses in the middle of arguments too.
Not serious arguments—more like petty bickering.
You’ll be in the middle of passionately explaining something, and suddenly his hands are cupping your face, and he’s kissing you, hoping to shut your brain off manually.
And the infuriating part?
It works like a fucking charm.
He knows very well how weak you are for him. Because frankly, he is just as, if not more, weak for you.
When he pulls away, he looks all smug and breathless, and your anger completely evaporates while he grins at you.
THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE??!!!??!?!?!
HE IS SO SO BIG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG
I NEED AANG TO GRAB ME BY THE WAISTTTTT
I NEED THAT GIANT TREE TRUNK BUILT ASS MAN TO LOOK DOWN AT ME WITH THOSE STUPID SWEET EYES
I NEED TO HOLD ONTO HIS SHOULDERS LIKE MY LIFE DEPENDS ON IT
WHY IS HE SO TALLLLLLL WHY IS HE SO BROADDDDDD WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE HE GIVES BONE CRUSHING HUGS
I JUST KNOW THAT MAN RUNS HOT TOO
HE LOOK LIKE HE SMELLS GOOD ALL THE TIME
WHY ARE HIS HANDS SO FUCKING BIGGGGGGGGG
Aang will definitely be the one who makes a habit of slapping your ass.
And he becomes ten times more obnoxious once he realizes how easy it is to get a reaction out of you with it.
At first, it starts innocently enough.
A light little pat when you pass by him in the kitchen, a playful tap while you’re bent over searching through cabinets, his grin widening the second you whip around to glare at him.
He always acts so innocent afterward too.
“What? I barely touched you!” He would defend himself.
Meanwhile you are seconds away from violence.
But the more comfortable your relationship gets, the worse he becomes.
Especially because he’s naturally touchy with the people he loves.
He likes having his hands on you constantly, your waist, your hand, your shoulders, your thigh when you sit beside him—and eventually this just becomes another extension of that affection.
An extremely annoying extension.
Sometimes you’ll dramatically throw yourself onto the bed after a long day, face-first into the pillows with a groan, and he’ll look over from his side of the bed and immediately get distracted by the way your ass bounces a little.
His brain short-circuits for a second before his hand just moves.
Smack.
Not even hard sometimes.
Just enough to make your head snap around while he tries and fails to hide his smile.
“You are unbelievable."
“You're just so cute!” he would say before doing it again just to hear you yell his name.
And the thing is—he knows exactly when to run.
Because there are days where he gets possessed by pure chaos, having the silly urge to annoy you.
You’ll be peacefully making tea, folding laundry, watering plants, LITERALLY minding your business, and suddenly you feel a sharp slap on your butt before the sound of his light feet scrambling across the floorboards.
By the time you turn around, he’s already halfway out the doorway giggling about.
“AANG!”
You launch whatever is closest to you in his direction, be it a towel, a pillow, one time even a wooden spoon, and the little asshole airbends himself out of danger every single time.
He’ll dodge with way too much ease too, leaning dramatically while the object flies past him.
“You missed!”
“I’m going to kill you!”
Sometimes he even hides behind Appa because he knows you won’t continue the chase if the sky bison gets involved.
Absolute coward behavior.
And he gets so smug whenever he manages to escape your retaliation.
You’ll finally corner him somewhere in the house, fuming while he’s laughing hard enough to nearly fall over himself, and instead of apologizing properly, he’ll pull you into his arms before you can stay mad.
“You’re cute when you’re angry ” he says against your cheek, peppering wet kisses as you squirm against his attack.
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t.”
Then he kisses you properly before you can keep arguing, grinning the entire time because he knows he’s getting away with it again.
The worst part is that he genuinely cannot explain why he does it sometimes. His eyes just drift down for half a second and suddenly his brain goes:
…smack it.
Like some ancient instinct.
The older he gets, the more shameless he becomes about it.
Even if you absolutely threaten his life every single time.
aang would definitely learn how to style your hair.
Aang definitely plays with your hair.
It starts absentmindedly, just the little things.
HIs fingers combing through the ends while you lay beside him. Gently separating strands when you rest your head in his lap. Slowly undoing tangles with surprising patience whenever you’re sitting in front of him.
He finds it very soothing, almost like painting without a goal, just doing to so to put his attention on something.
It is perfect to focus on while he talks to you or just listens or thinks.
And because he grew up around air nomad monks, where even something simple as touch was always soft and careful, there’s something very comforting about the way he handles you.
He treats your hair with the same attention he gives his staff or prayer beads or Appa’s fur.
Sometimes you’ll be half asleep and feel his nimble fingers fidgeting through your hair, and you'll wake up with tiny braids through a section of your hair.
Each braid better than the one before it, stating evidence of his gradual improvement.
Other times he’ll gently scratch at your scalp while you read, not even noticing he’s doing it until you go completely limp against him.
“You stopped talking.” He would state once he notices your forgotten book and dozing state.
"Mmm, because i’m ascending...”
He smiles a little at that and keeps going.
And he gets oddly fascinated by different hairstyles too.
He wants to try everything.
Different braids. Buns. Flowers woven between your strands.
And he is not particularly good at it—he’s actually kind of messy—but he likes the intimacy of it.
He likes sitting close to you for long stretches of time with his hands occupied.
Sometimes he’ll rest his chin on your shoulder while doing your hair and get so relaxed that he nearly falls asleep halfway through.
Which means you’ll occasionally walk around with one finished braid and the other side completely abandoned because Aang dozed off on you.
