aroceu's ficIt’s not that endearing that Pran likes exactly three wontons with his noodles, but Pat finds a lot of random things about Pran endearing anyway.
Umi tells Honoka.
“My name is -” she says, and her voice is too loud. “Um, sorry.” She clears her throat. “I’m Mitsuha Miyamizu.” She bows, short and awkward. “It’s nice to meet you.”
But the stranger is looking at her curiously. Mitsuha thinks he must be trying to figure out how he recognizes her; Mitsuha is trying to remember as well. “Your name must’ve slipped my mind, I guess,” he says, taking a step down towards her. “My name is Taki Tachibana.”
Mitsuha’s palm tingles, but the name brings nothing to mind. She thinks she would’ve remembered a man like him, someone who makes her feel like she’s known him all her life upon their first meeting.
“Well, I suppose it’s lucky that I’ve forgotten your name, too,” she says.
Aang’s mind is reeling with so much – do you want to go with me? do you want to learn how? are you going with Mai? – that he decides, screw it, and lets himself blurt, “Are you going?”
“What?” Zuko says. “To Homecoming? I don’t – ” He shrugs, looking thoughtful. “I don’t know yet. Knowing my sister, though, she’ll probably drag me.”
“It might be fun,” Aang says hopefully.