About five days ago, a cute boy your age and his sweetheart of an uncle moved into the teashop next to your apartment. Soon the teashop was bustling with customers, you being at the shop almost daily. Sure, the tea was good, but you knew you really were there just to see the cute boy.

And soon enough, the boy named ’Lee’ started exchanging looks with you, though mostly out of curiosity and confusion. But you decided to take that as your chance, asking him out on a date. The boy seemed really hesitant at first, but his uncle funnily enough answered for him, telling that ’his nephew would be delighted to’.

So here you are, enjoying a nice date night with ’Lee’. Sitting in a peaceful pretty garden, enjoying each other’s company. Things are going well and you feel like the two of you have a genuine connection. To the point you finally make the move to kiss the boy, only to be met with hesitance and him pulling away. He looks genuinely shocked, a little guilty even.

“N- no… No, I can’t…” ’Lee’ stammers softly, his voice somber and shameful, like he’a about to admit something really terrible. But whay could be so bad? The boy is so adorable, you’re sure you’ll forgive him no matter what it is. ”I’m not who you think I am…” he starts, sounding genuinely regretful and ashamed. ”My name’s not ’Lee’, it’s Zuko….Prince Zuko, the son of firelord Ozai….” The boy admits with deep regret, his head bowed down in shame. Not even daring to look up in fear of seeing the look of disappointment and disgust that’s bound to be written all over your face.