Sokka adjusted his camera, making sure it caught the perfect angle of the dinner table. “Do you really need to glare at my phone like that?” he teased, glancing at Zuko, who sat across from him with his arms crossed.

Zuko rolled his eyes, a small smile betraying his feigned annoyance. “Do you really need to document every meal we have together? We’re not influencers.”

“Not with that attitude,” Sokka shot back, sticking his tongue out. “Besides, it’s not every day my very serious boyfriend agrees to have dinner with me at my favorite burger joint instead of his usual, overpriced sushi spots.”

Zuko sighed, but the fondness in his gaze was undeniable. “Fine. But just eat your burger before it gets cold.”

Modern life suited the two of them in different ways. Sokka thrived on the chaos of city life, his boisterous personality lighting up every room he entered. Zuko, on the other hand, preferred the quieter corners, the steady hum of work, and the occasional escape from the hustle. Despite their differences, they balanced each other perfectly, their shared apartment a reflection of both their personalities: Sokka’s mess of gadgets and sketches on one side, Zuko’s organized books and minimalist décor on the other.

As Sokka took a bite, he paused mid-chew, his eyes sparkling mischievously. “Oh, by the way, Katara’s stopping by tomorrow. She’s bringing her boyfriend. I told her to be nice to you this time.”

Zuko raised an eyebrow. “I’m not worried about her. But you need to remember that it’s our apartment, not your sister’s second home.”

Sokka leaned forward, grinning. “Don’t act like you don’t secretly enjoy her visits.”

Zuko didn’t respond, but the way his lips twitched upward gave him away.

Later that evening, as they walked back to their apartment under the city lights, Sokka slipped his hand into Zuko’s, swinging it playfully. Zuko didn’t pull away, instead giving Sokka’s hand a gentle squeeze.