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᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ cw: Suggestive!!!

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ All of follo’s clothes, like a lot of the cleaners, are baggy. damn near consuming him with the way the soft material hung off his shoulders.

It made him look skinny, small. like the way a kid does when their parents throw a white sheet with cut out eyes over their head.

I mean sure, you expected some muscle. He trained really hard physically and mentally to become a cleaner worth respecting. But you definitely didn’t expect as much as he had.

The first time you saw him was after the whole information broker thing.

You were curled up on his bed, idly flipping through magazines.

The door creaked open. Your eyes shot up at the sound and you meet the exhausted, half lidded gaze of your boyfriend.

He broke out into a soft grin as your eyes lock.

“Darling you won’t believe what happened.” he groaned. Follo’s left arm reached up, pushing back sweat slicked bangs.

His Hair was tossled. sweat dribbled beneath his bangs, making them to his forehead in such a way that made your chest a little tight. with his uniform slung over his shoulder—

your eyes can’t help but travel a little down south to his clavicular.

His collarbones popped out with every slow inhale. Adams apple bobbing as his throat searched for anything to cool him down.

His chest heaved. Dribbles of sweat falling at the hard curve. Taking your stare along with it.

you landed at his torso. The curve from the small of his waist to where his baggy pants lowly hung off his hips. Down the way was lined with hard muscles that strained against skin in bold strokes. The land riddled in scars and minor bruising.

You feel your cheeks heat up at the sight. An akward little smile plays on your lips as you force your eyes back to his face.

“Oh really?” you finally hum after a moment of ogling.

“torture, i say. Torture.” Follo sighed.

He pushing himself forward off the door. Your breath shortened as you caught the way his forearms flexed as he drew himself closer.

he landed next to you with a soft bounce and began talking. Though the words don’t reach you. Instead it comes out more like the low nonsensical buzzing of a machine.

All you could really focus on was all the details you’d been to blind to see. The veins, the hard line of his shoulder and abs, his biceps—

god his biceps. You kept coming back to those in particular

His best feature is definitely his biceps. The many veins that ran in down to his wrist like rivers.

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ from that day forth you were obsessed. You never longed to see something so bad. Any excuse you had to see them, you pulled out.

Granted you tried to be subtle. Asking him to do things such as opening jars and fixing things. And follo, ever so happy to be helpful, would oblige and you would shamelessly ogle.

“follo!” you’d call and he’ll come rushing to see you with a pickle jar in hand. veins popping in your arm as you struggled to pop it open.

As you look across the room to find him you light up and held it up to him.

“can you open this? i swear to god ,it’s made out of super glue or something… “ you would grumbled. Eyebrow furrowing in frustration.

follo fought a small smirk, all most prideful that you immediately thought of him.

He took it from you and setting it down on the counter. You’d watched as the veins popped and muscles twitched. with faux, very very practiced ease (hey! can you blame a guy for wanting to look good?) it would pop open.

A love sick smile tugs at your lips. “woah…look at you superman!” You clapped.

Follo’s cheeks warmed. “‘s not a big deal…’m sure anyone could do it.”

“No i’m serious! you’ve got like— Hercules strength with those muscles!” Too close to the truth you internally scold.

The raw admiration peaks through your tone, as it often does whenever his muscles got brought up.

Follo let out a soft chuckle. He reached around and scratched his neck bashfully, waving you off.

Hell who was he to correct you? Especially when your warm voice made him melt like butter.

The charade definitely doesn’t go on forever though. Follo may be slightly oblivious even when it came to love and attraction but he was way too observant for his own good.

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ The first hint he picked up on was the increasing amount of the attention you payed to him.

Well, that sounds a little wrong. You payed attention to him, just not much to his body.

Whenever you hung out, Usually involving you slumped between his legs on your mattress. your fingers would dance along the hard strokes and firm muscle. Rubbing up and down in all the ways the killed him.

poor baby follo would try his hardest to feign like he didn’t notice. Like he was totally unaffected. Though he would eventually break.

“Sweetheart?” He would hum, gently coughing to disguise the way his voice rose in pitch.

“mh.”

“sweetheart.” He tried again. You didn’t look up, not even a quick glance.

Follo sighed. “ you’re not even listening to me are you?

“no no i am…” you insisted half heartedly. Taking the opportunity to “reassuringly” squeeze the fattest, meatiest part of the arm.

And follo wouldn’t press any further, but damn did he notice.

The buzz he felt from your hands on him was like no other. But it would be too foreword wouldn’t it? plus that might’ve just been your thing! You drew stars in his palm too so it was no different right?

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ The second thing that ticked him off was how all of a sudden you became very eager to spot for him.

You were never overly concerned with his workouts, i mean they were fine but you didn’t really care all that much. however, After a week or two of your…fascination, you had his schedule memorized. 

Every Thursday, Friday and saturday after work he’d try and take refuge in the cleaners training room. 

You think you’re soooo sneaky and soooo cool about it (you’re not.) 

you would pass by, walking back and forth, lowly whistling as  you snuck glances into the room. 

You watched as he went about his routine. Lifting weights, push ups, planks, etc. Analyzing the slight crease of his brows and the way his arms shook when he leant down.

You tried to keep your distance. to control yourself. I mean what would follo think if he knew just how much of a freak you were for a little muscle?!

It wasn’t like follo was like a body builder or anything like that. just real lean with a prominent v-line that ran from curve of his hips to where you’d never seen. abs that curved around the cinch of his waist to his belly button. It wasn’t anything to freak out over!

Though your body always held more weight than your mind.

So When you see him drop onto the mat, you couldn’t help but rush over to “help”.

you burst into the room at the sound his body hitting the floor. as you enter you snatch the water bottle at the front counter and looming over him.

“Follo—“ you called.

his head jerked up at your voice.

he looked good. Too fine. He was strung across the floor on his stomach, allowing you to clearly see the low curve of his spine. the broad width of the shoulder, The hill of his ass.  

You almost felt bad for looking at him like that. “You uh— you okay? I thought I heard something…”  you coughed. 

Follo smiled. “Yeah, I just got a little tired as all. No need to worry.” He slowly lifted himself back up with a soft groan.

He pulled his shoulder back, wringing it around in slow circles. “You need something?”  

You scratched behind your ear. Shifting on the balls of your feet. “Ah uh…no…“ 

You should go. You needed to. but you couldn’t leave yet, not when he was right here in front of you! Besides, that would be a waste!

 “But it is late. Maybe i should wait here though? To make sure you don’t trip up again?” The excuse was clunky, but you needed this. Bad.

follo’s lips pursed for a second in consideration and maybe a sprinkle of confusion.

“You really don’t have to do that. It was a one time thing, I don’t usually roll over like that I promise.” he weakly smiled

Your eyebrow twitched. Damnit.

“Yeah but, better safe than sorry right?” You smiled.

“you don’t gotta worry—“

“c’mon just let me stay!!!” you quickly interrupted.

After a moment he broke out into a grin. “you’re so damn sweet to me it’s unfair.”

“sweet” …yeah. that was one word for it.

any excuse to put your hands on him you took.

Your hands would trail down his shoulders with biting electricity. Rubbing circles into his muscles, coaxing out breathy whines and groans. Or you would press down on the elasticity of his abdomen to help him with some work out.

as soon as you got that little piece of premission you had gone haywire. Everyone could see it. and everyone else could see just how bad follo loved the attention

The tips of your fingers set him on fire. the warmth of his body paired with the chill of your hands was criminal (hes nearly came every time)

don’t even get started on if he’s injured and your patching him up. Which is also how you tragically said the unspoken.

Follo was slumped against the hospital wall on the small cot. Legs spread apart where you had taken place.

You gently felt around the gash in side. Antiseptic made the raw irritation of skin burn brighter and brighter against his tanned skin.

You felt around bruised, twitching muscles as best you could.

as soon as the cotton swab loomed dauntingly over the wound he let out a small gasp.

“shit.” Follo hissed. Chest heaving as he sucked in the air around him. His muscles hardened beneath your touch.

You pressed down on the meat, gently rubbing soothing circled into skin.

“sorry sorry…” you winched.

“no no no… keep going, i can take it.” He Huffed in a hurry.

You bit down on your bottom lift as you studied the slash. After a moment of deep consideration and a deep breath, you fully committed the cotton swab to the plunge.

Follo’s head lolled back as he let out another broken whine.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the way his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he tried his hardest to hold back. You licked your lips. Your mouth was embarrassingly dry, it was damn near pathetic.

The look on his face made your lower stomach buzz with excitement. You swallowed and forced your head down past the glistening distraction.

“You know…atleast your abs gonna look badass.” You tried to lighten.

He looks down at you, eyebrows raising slightly.

Shit.

You quickly try and salvage. Looking back towards the first aid kit by your side and begin wrapping scratchy gauze around the damage. Pressing down once more, pushing a sharp gasp from his lips as you begin wrapping it around his slutty waist.

“I mean— not that they don’t already look look good— They look amazing. Like i would knaw on them if i could!”

Every word that spills out of your mouth digs your hole deeper and deeper. And when you finally manage to shut up and meet his half gaze you can’t help but feel pinned.

“you pay attention to my abs?” He stammered.

“Huh?” you blinked.

“…you think my abs look nice?”

God he had the worse case of puppy dog eyes ever. The room just got hotter and hotter under his scrutiny.

Your mouth opened and closed stupidly over and over. It was all too much, the proximity of you between his legs, his body heat infecting your own.

“…I…I mean…yeah. Your whole body looks great, it’s like a models.”the admission comes out low it’s barely audible.

“Ah! also how could i not notice i’m literally your spotter— trainer— whatever!” you added quickly.

“….” Follo’s cheeks began to swirl into a pretty pink. His entire body locked up. Rock hard.

You begin to sweat. five months of dating and you still got all nervous and awkward around him.

Follo didn’t say anything. His eyes just darted from yours to the placement of your hands on the cinch of his waist, the blood on your finger tips from your recovery efforts.

“baby…” He started slowly.

Your fingers come to halt. tremoring with nerves with no where to go.

“is this why you offered to help me when i work out?”

Damn it.

“i uh—…maybe?”

“y’know…I wouldn’t mind you looking at me like that, right?” he started slowly. like traveling across a mine field.

Your head snapped up almost instantly.

Follo looked away nervously. his face getting redder by the minute.

“I mean i could start sending you pictures of me flexing or working out whenever you’re not around… really you could do whatever you want with them.”

“…whatever I want?” you slowly repeated. like the words were too good to be true.

“yeah i mean… yeah whatever you want.” He nodded.

“huh…” you couldn’t stop the devilish smirk from forming on your lips.

“shit is that weird? sorry…”

“no no! you’re fine! I just didn’t think you would let me…think of you like that.”

“i mean I get— i mean everyone has their thing right? Plus your hands feel really nice so…”

You tilt your head at that last part. “they feel…nice?”

“Yeah…i mean especially when you’re helping me out. I dunno i just like being close to you i guess.”

Your eyes trail back down to his abdomen. You could feel your mouth begin to water slightly.

You gulped and nodded. “yeah…yeah me too.”

Your gaze flickered back and forth between him and his abdomen a few times. The tension in the air was almost nauseating.

You scooted closer and your hands began to trace over the sensitive bulging buds again. The bruises and cuts. This time your touch a lot less restrained as your wrapped him up.

Follo sucked in a deep breath as your slender fingers slid comfortably around his waist.

follo let out a shakey, high pitched breath. at the squeeze of the bandages around his ribs.

Yeah…you were in love with him and the feeling of his body against yours. You needed this. Therapy.

But follo who has a sensitive neck and a reader who loves kissing him there to fluster him? Or his hair or something. Just something cute and fluffy if thats ok :) thank you so much!!!

Plz ignore if i already did request this 💔💔

꒰୨୧◞ Follo x over affection reader 。⠀.ᐟ

⤷ ty anon for making the most canon thing to ever canon

I imagine you first discovered this when making out or something. not heated or anything, just laid out on his bed as a movie buzz lowly in the background. You rested over his legs, going from deep seizing kisses to pressing light, feathered pecks all over his face and jaw. reveling in the warmth beneath of follo’s body beneath you.

follo exhaled through his nose— nearly a laugh. He swallowed as he tried to stow away all the nerves that moved restlessly in his chest.

“c’mon… now yer’ just teasing me…” he mumbled sheepishly.

“mhm.” you didn’t stop for a second. continuing in your descent with unrivaled levels of focus, going Lower and lower until you met where his adam’s apple bulged the most. This time lingering on it a little longer than usual.

A sharp, high pitched whined emerged from his throat, Small vibrations running their course throughout his body.

You pull back, eyes slightly widening as you fully asses the damage done. Follo’s Head lolled back, his face painted the prettiest of pinks in the shade of embarrassment.

A silence fell over the two of you. You flickered back and forth from his cornered expression to the blistering red mark. Follo shifted In his seat. nerves whirling wildly in his stomach.

“ Hey…don’t just look at me like that….say something.” He urged. the words come out half choked from the air you’d stolen from his lungs.

Slowly, your lips began to twitch. And from the uncontrollable twitching came devilish grin that made his heart race.

you slowly came closer, head playfully cocking to the side. “…what was that?”

Follo’s mouth fumbled for an explanation but nothing came to, And Any idea of a response vanished the moment you began to close the distance once more. A fire light up behind your pupils. An uncontrollable eagerness.

Your hands landed on either side of him, anchoring yourself to the bed as you leaned In, nearly nose to nose. Follo’s breath hitched at the proximity. Damn it. You could feel your heart pick up speed. You swore he got 10x prettier when he was like this, hair all messy, bangs falling over his eyes in clumps, looking completely stupefied. You bit down on your cheek for a moment, taking in the whole scene before—

“Can you do that again?” You blurted out in hush voice, The words spilling without a second thought.

follo’s eyebrows raised. “Wha…?”

Your grin widened, Small sadistic giggles escaping through your bared teeth. Jesus, you couldn’t even fake an ounce of shame. It’s a little tragic, really.

You press on. “well— I guess the question is can I do it again? I mean…. if you don’t mind of course?”

Follo’s body felt like it was on fire. Mind spinning, reeling from the assault you’d committed; Your words barely register in his pretty little head when he nods in agreement.

Within seconds your mouth was back on his pulse, Pressing long languid kisses into follo’s flushed skin. Reveling in the sweet huffs they coaxed.

You were hooked from that moment. But what really sold it was the morning after.

The dinning hall was empty, just you and follo and the sweet sizzle of batter on the stove. Follo’s head was tilted down, watching the pan carefully. The mark still was there. slightly less vibrant than you’d left it but there none the less. Everytime you looked at it the memory of warm skin would come back full force, Reigniting the excitement that lied dormant in your bones.

It was almost like it was taunting you. Egging you on. Begging you to just plant a few more pretty of those pretty pink splotches on his neck.

And hey! To your credit, you tried. Real hard. His forearms bulged as he gripped the pan, the scrunch of his face , the quiet focus in his service. you could only withstand so much!

You rose up, sneaking behind follo’s hunched over figure. your arms wrapped around his waist. Pulling him in close.

He flinched at the contact, nearly dropping the pan. Though he melted as he found your twinkling eye. Follo let out a relieved sigh. A soft smile forming on his face.

“Woah— hey…I’m gonna be done in a second okay?” He reassured, taking his hand off the pan and rubbing slow circles into the back of your hand.

You hum, dipping your head into the crook of his neck. Taking in the warmth of his body, your perfume and his morning scent mixed together deliciously. Slowly, you started peppering kisses again.

Follo let out another muffled, High pitched sound. He cranes his neck to fully see you, follo’s mouth thinned out to a sheepish smile. “Shit—! …Hey I thought that was a one time thing. Y’know, if I didn’t know any better I would think you’re enjoying my suffering…”

You tilted your head, letting out a soft hum against his neck, sending vibrations through his body. “I just wanna appreciate you.”

Follo playfully rolled his eyes, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your temple. “You do more than enough.”

You pull away from his neck, meeting his scrunched up face. “What That mean? you want me to stop?”

Follo’s lips pressed tightly together at your words, slowly looking away as that familiar shade crept up again. You pressed another kiss to his throat. when he didn’t pull away? That sold you.

Much to follo’s displeasure (overwhelming pleasure) a one time thing transformed into something of routine. Anywhere, anytime your lips would find his neck. Like it was their rightful place. I don’t think follo is the biggest on PDA but when you kiss there he can’t help but let you.

It’s typically quick. So quick you could blink and miss it. Sitting down, watching tv? On him. Waiting in line? Leaving marks up and down his neck. Working out? His arms are gonna be your personal chew toy.

his face is always the same too. bright red, nervous smile like the one he had when you first came his way with your bright smile.

Your favorite way to get a reaction out of him? Lipstick. Or really anything that would stain and leave a horrid mark that would stick around for a day or two.

You’d force him to sit on your bed. buzzing with nerves as you skimmed over the line you’d purchased on a drug store. Dilbertly taking your time picking out the perfect one, doing swatches on the inner side of your wrist. Then dragging against your lips. Then littered all over his neck. Pressing various, bright shades against his reddening skin.

He fisted the sheets, trying his absolute hardest to keep his wits as you did so. Throat continuously bobbing up and down up and down, swallowing his own words. Eventually you have to grip his jaw, forcing him perfectly in place.

“Stay still. ” You grumbled lowly. pulling away from the underside of his jaw, admiring the shade of Neapolitan pink on his tanned skin.

“stay still.” Follo scoffed. “you’re doing this to torture me.”

“Nooo…I’m doing this because I need to see which one’s the best. You see? I have a chart for it and everything!

Follo’s eyes followed your finger to the abandoned little piece of paper you’d brought out,way back when you first coaxed him into the room. Long forgotten with not a single piece of writing on it.

Quickly you pulled him back to you, pressing another one behind his ear. “Now let me work!”

And all he would do is sigh, slumping his shoulders and letting you pepper paint the canvas of his skin.

Don’t think he’s not gonna get you back though. He will find a way. (But that’s just a fiction, a fan fiction!)

tall boyfriend perks are really good.

he reaches everything. top shelves, high cabinets, that one lightbulb you swore you’d get to later— done in seconds, no stool needed.

he doubles as your personal ladder and your built-in heater. you’re basically wrapped in a walking blanket 24/7.

but the cons?

he takes up space without meaning to, and the fact he already loves manspreading whenever doesn’t help at all.

it’s as if everything has gotten smaller. that’s the only logical explanation. because there’s no way one man should be able to take up this much space.

“baaabe,” you whine, shoving at his shoulder. “move.”

a sleepy hum is your only response. one long arm tightens around your waist, dragging you back against him like you haven’t just spent the last five minutes trying to wiggle free.

“you’re warm,” he mumbles into your hair, voice thick with sleep. “stay.”

“i’m gonna fall off the bed. you’re literally on my side.”

this is your life— losing every nightly battle for mattress territory, practically kicked out of your bed simply because he can’t keep his limbs to himself.

a frustrated groan slips out before you give up, finally managing to slip out from his hold. he shifts, reaching instinctively for you, but you’re already gone, padding out of the bedroom and collapsing onto the couch.

it lasts exactly ten minutes.

you wake up once more to something heavy pressing into your back.

“…you’ve got to be kidding me.”

behind you, half-folded onto a couch that is very much not built for a grown man his size, satoru has somehow wedged himself in, arms wrapped tightly around you.

“you left,” he murmurs, nuzzling into your shoulder without opening his eyes.

“because you took over the entire bed.”

“mm.. sorry.”

“and now you’re taking up the entire couch as well.”

he hums again, clearly unconcerned, and pulls you even closer— if that’s somehow possible.

you try to twist around to glare at him, but his grip only tightens, his legs tangling with yours until escape is officially impossible.

“mooove.”

“don’t wanna,” he shoots back, a lazy grin tugging at his lips even in the dark.

you sigh, defeated, resting back against him.

synopsis . Overstim with your husband but he keeps accidentally setting things on fire because of it. content . afab!reader, masturbation (m!receiving), established relationship, improper use of fire bending(?), overstim, wife!reader, switching dynamics, bondage, pet names, nipple play (m!receiving), somewhat dom!reader, missionary, manhandling, etc.

“S-Shit,” Zuko huffed, hips insistent with their bucking as he uncontrollably drives the frustrated head of his weepy cock up into your hand.

You sat at his side with your eyes innocently watching as he fell apart entirely under your touch, “Does that feel good?”

He couldn't take his eyes off the way your fingers looked wrapped around his length, “Hhngh-, fuck.. So good,” He huffs, admiring how perfectly you jerked him off and struggling greatly with the bit of rope neatly tied around his wrists—which are positioned behind his back. “D-Don’t stop. Please.”

You squeeze at his base and feel how his veins pulse ‘n twitch against your palm, the tip of his cock a flushed shade of tanned red.

Then your gaze flicked up and you caught the way he threw his head back, letting the long, loose strands of his silky hair flutter all elegantly with the motion. There was certainly nothing more endearing than watching the fire lord come undone before you like this.

A slopped mess of slick cum keeps your hand steady with its slippery motions up 'n down his dick, his balls aching and heavy with need to release yet another load into your palm. You grin before silently leaning forward, letting your lips press into his chest all lightly as you hear him struggle with whines and grunts.

“Ah, your hand is always-, shit… s-s’soft..” Zuko mumbled, his abs tensing at the feel of your touch. Without warning, he nearly whimpers at the sensation of your lips cupping his nipple. “Oh God-,” Your husband's breathing tangles up in his throat, “Wait-, fuck.. Y’know I’m sensitive there, wait—“

“Mmnh..” You hum delightedly against him and let your hands pace quicken against his cock, feeling the entirety of his body heat up for a moment before he begins to twitch all over the place, his wrists fighting against the restraints keeping them in place.

This whole thing had been his idea. He'd asked you time and time again to tie him up and do whatever you want to him, but just like all the times in the past where this has been tried—he never seems to last too long before-

The smell of fumes hit your nose.

summary: firelord zuko's hair is a mess after a mission with team avatar. his disheveled appearance sparks concern—but his refusal for any help reveals that the only person he allows to take care of his hair... is you.

pairing: firelord! zuko x reader

content: his hair is so beautiful and luscious and i just can't, fluff, zuko yearning

"Zuko, your beautiful—lushious hair!" Sokka gasps. "It's a bird's nest!"

Zuko’s hair is in a haphazardly tied bun, barely hanging on through sheer willpower—and his loosened strands are a tangled mess. He runs his hand through his bangs, and his fingers catch onto the knots.

Shrugging, he tugs his hand away from the mess he’s worsened with a single touch. “I don’t mind it.”

“You could use Katara’s help.” Sokka offers, desperately staring at Zuko’s hair as if it were his own. “She’s good at untangling hair knots, though I can’t guarantee it’ll be painless—”

“No, it’s fine.” Zuko waves it off. “I prefer—”

His voice shuts down immediately, lips clamping into a thin line. That was close, dancing too near to the edge of doom.

Sokka, half-digging at his ear, cocks a brow. “Huh, prefer what? If there’s a particular hairstyle you want, you’ll have to ask nicely.”

“No, I don’t have a style I prefer.” Zuko answers with a deadpan. His words trail off before he eventually settles on a semi-truth. “…My hair will be redone once I return to my nation.”

Sokka’s brows furrow together before his lips part. “Ah! How could I forget? The Fire Lord probably has his own team of personal hair stylists.”

Zuko restrains a sigh. He doesn’t let just anyone touch his hair, much less an entire team of strangers. It doesn’t matter if they’re the best in the entire nation, he would not have them, not when he has… you.

He’s gotten used to your delicate touch, braiding simple, intricate braids into his hair—or even a simple bun. The habit of being pulled by the wrist to rest in front of you, your skilled movements undoing your own work once you’re tired of it—brushing a comb through his locks before starting on a new pattern.

He misses that. Misses you.

summary: zuko's straight-forwardness in appreciating the attractive qualities of the lone stranger saved by aang has you curious on whether you could get him to spill on what he thinks of you. (no major movie spoilers)

pairing: firelord! zuko x reader

content: fluff, idiot zuko my love, mutual pining, firelord zuko 😞🙏

"He's very attractive." Zuko admits, eyes unblinking as he stares at the unconscious stranger.

The entire team whips their heads to stare at Zuko in unconcealed shock.

"What?" Zuko mutters, gaze lingering on the surprised expressions casted onto him, before eventually landing on yours. "He is. It's all in the bone structure."

You blink, unable to process his straight-forward words that landed on you like a gut punch. You've never considered it, the fact that Zuko also found others attractive.

It seems like a completely, silly notion now that the thought has verbalised itself in your mind. Of course Zuko would notice if others were considered attractive. Maybe it just never occurred to you in all your years of knowing him—of also finding him—

You clear your throat, forcing yourself to look away from his prying gaze, confusion alight in his eyes from your taken-aback expression.

If he's unconsciously considered the attractiveness of this stranger... has he ever—no, this should not be your priority. It doesn't matter what he thinks of you, it's not like it would change a thing. He's practically admitted it non-verbally through that monotonous admission of his, that a person's looks is assessed by him in a completely, impersonal standpoint.

Bone structure? You shouldn't be curious. Knowing Zuko, he might accidentally insult your structure if you asked.