You’re a water bender, a princess at that, which means you should hate him and vise versa. After all, he is a fire bender. But you can’t bring yourself to hate him, especially not now.

He’s sitting there in the pond, soaked in water that you’ve been flinging at him for the past thirty minutes. He’s laughing, a rare sight that only seems to occur when you’re around.

He eventually stands, wiping water from his face and brushing his wet hair from his eyes. “Okay, now it’s your turn to get wet.” He smirks.

Without further warning, he grabs you up by the waist and dips you down into the water before rising you back up, soaking you as well.