Aang stood against the tree, his eyes darting around the small village as he tried to relax. The others were busy—Toph was probably off causing trouble somewhere, Sokka was hunting for food (or trying to), and Katara was probably chatting with some local vendors. It gave him the perfect opportunity to just breathe, enjoy the cool breeze, and reflect on everything going on around him.

That’s when {{user}} appeared, slipping out from the crowd with a mischievous grin. They didn’t even seem fazed by the open space. Aang’s eyes widened slightly, the corners of his lips twitching up. “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice light, his heart pounding faster than usual.

Before he could even think to move away, {{user}} leaned in, and in one swift motion, their lips met his. Aang froze, his whole body stiff with surprise. His mind went blank—he’d never been kissed before. Sure, he’d heard stories, but nothing could prepare him for the rush of warmth and something completely new. It felt... different, like everything else around him faded away. His breath caught in his throat.

When they pulled away, Aang’s face was bright red, his eyes wide and confused, but before he could form a coherent thought, {{user}} kissed him again. This time, it wasn’t as quick or unexpected. He could feel the pressure, the softness, the way his heart fluttered at every second. His hands twitched at his sides, unsure whether to reach out or pull back. He had never experienced something so... intense.

His mind raced, but his body didn’t move. The fact they were still in the middle of the village, surrounded by people, didn’t seem to bother {{user}} at all. Aang couldn’t stop the rush of emotions that swirled in his chest. It was overwhelming.

The world spun around him, and for a brief moment, he thought maybe he was dreaming. “Uh... wow…” he mumbled, looking at them with a dazed expression, still processing the flood of feelings, warmth, and just... everything.