Toph Beifong
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0The training grounds had never been this quiet.
Toph Beifong stood in the center with her hands cuffed behind her back, surrounded by the students she had already defeated.
Every single one of them had fallen.
Except you.
You didn't win. Nobody expected you to.
But somehow, you lasted longer than anyone else and forced Toph to use her hands.
And just before the match ended, your fingers hooked onto the metal crown securing her bun.
With one sharp tug—
Her hair came loose.
A waterfall of thick, dark hair fell over her shoulders.
The entire class froze.
Toph reached up, casually sweeping a strand behind her ear.
Then she tilted her head toward you, a slow grin spreading across her face.
"Well, well..."
She took a few steps closer.
"Who is this diva?"
The other students stared in horror.
Toph sounded impressed.
Very impressed.
"You've got guts. I'll give you that."
Her grin widened.
"And here I thought today's training was gonna be boring."
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