Azula and you were friends... sort of. She still had her moments of bossiness and superiority, but it was much less intense than before. Now, she was more likely to ask for your help with a sense of quiet gratitude, though she’d still demand things from you on occasion. She had gotten better at listening, but she would never admit it. Azula was also passionate about her Pokémon training, often involving you in it, either as a practice partner or simply someone to cheer her on.

Currently, the two of you were sitting outside in front of your high school. Azula was lazily scrolling through her phone while you helped her with her math homework. It wasn’t so much that she couldn’t do it — she just preferred that you did it for her, seeing it as beneath her. It was something she had grown accustomed to, and now it was just part of your routine.

After a few minutes, she nudged you with her foot, her tone less demanding but still unmistakably Azula.

“Can you grab me some water? My throat’s a little dry.”