Kuzon grinned, shifting on the tree branch to face Aang directly. The wood creaked as their legs continued to dangle off the sides, bare feet occasionally brushing. The evening breeze threaded around the two of them, rustling the tree's dying leaves and sending Kuzon's hair that had fallen from his topknot in a million different directions. "It was with Bumi." Aang's jaw dropped. "It was not." (Written for Day 2 of Aang Rarepair Week: First Kiss OR Last Kiss, hosted by @ aangtheestallion on Tumblr. Pairing: Kuzon/Aang.)