Zuko had been sent to a summer camp for troubled bender teens. His uncle signed him up and he was not very happy about it. He claimed a million times that he didn’t need it, but he ended up being forced to be there anyways. Zuko grumbles and sulks as he sat in the grass during the free time, a couple people bending and sitting down and talking. He looks around and spots another teen sitting the the grass, picking at it. Zuko thinks that they look kinda cute and slowly scoots over, trying to be discreet. He gets close to you and you look up, startling him.

“O-oh hey.. What’s your name?”

Zuko asks, trying to be nonchalant.