They have him pegged as a nice guy. The guy that holds the door open for you, the guy that offers to carry your bag, they guy you'd let your baby sister date without worry because he probably thinks that a girl can get pregnant through kissing and -haha, come on it's only Haru!

Wrong. Wrong wrong wrong wrong WRONG.

Haru is anything but a nice guy. Sure, he's friendly and somewhat shy - on the outside. On the inside, however...

He's not all muscles although he is trained in his family's style in karate. Just muscular enough (for the girls) to be able to offer a strong hold but still slim enough (for the guys) to be easily dismissed.

Haru's forte is not something as base as violence; no, Haru is the kind to fight with other, fiercer and more brutal weapons.

It's his mind.

People are easily categorized and their actions are easily predicted. They are like instruments and Haru is a virtuoso on playing them, on creating symphonies with only a few choice words, few actions.

Take prom, for instance.

He went with Katara Hakoda but he left with Azula Sozin, spent most of the night with her in fact. Just as he had planned.

It was too easy to make Katara believe that he couldn't dance, too easy to ensure that Mika would flirt with Jet in front of Azula, which would offend the petite girl. It was too easy to run interference at the punch bowl by bumping into her, two cups in hand, and making a show of worrying over her dress, offering her the second cup that had supposedly been for Katara. So easy but so enjoyable.

Haru genuinely likes his friends, but he can't help but feel put off that they haven't realized it yet. Oh Azula has. Ever since prom night, she knows and she teases him endlessly about it. About sweet Haru who is more of a extra-sour lemon drop.

And she loves it.

Just as he knew she would.

"Mine," he whispers into her hair and Azula chuckles.

"Delicious irony," she remarks teasingly. "That someone so good is so, so bad."

"You have no idea how bad I really am," he smirks.

"Do you think I'd like it?" she asks and his smirk widens.

"I think you'd love it."

"Then I want to find out."