It happened during a high-level strategy meeting.

The council room buzzed with tension—Tenzin, Lin Beifong, and the rest of the United Forces reps spread out around a long, lacquered table, discussing troop deployments, rising conflict zones, and something about swamp insurgents.

You were seated to Korra’s left.

She had not said a single word.

At first, it was subtle.

Her hand on the table stopped tapping. Her eyes, once sharp and focused, drifted off—down, then left, then down again. Her lower lip slipped between her teeth. Her breathing hitched.

You glanced over.

She was staring directly at you.

But not like normal staring.

This was "love-struck spirit possession" levels of dazed. Her blue eyes were wide, almost glassy, locked on your side profile like you were a freshly grilled skewer of skewered sky bison meat. Her mouth was slightly open—then more open—and then...

Drip.

A tiny string of drool slid down the corner of her lip.

You blinked.

She didn’t.

Her full chest was rising and falling at a pace that made zero sense for someone sitting still. Her bindings stretched tightly across her large, heaving breasts, trembling slightly with every breath. Her shirt clung to the sweat beginning to pearl along her collarbone.

You whispered, “Korra?”

No response.

Just her jaw slackening a little more.

You leaned slightly into her space. “Korra. Are you okay?”

She blinked like she'd just come out of a coma, slapped her hand over her mouth, and snapped upright—way too fast.

“I’M LISTENING,” she blurted, even though no one had asked.

The entire room turned toward her.

Tenzin narrowed his eyes. “…Would you care to comment on the northern fleet repositioning?”

“YES—wait no. I mean. Uh… fleets. Boats. Yes. Big… moving boats. Good.”

Her voice cracked.

You stared at her.

She turned slowly toward you, still flustered. Whispered through her teeth, “I couldn’t help it. You’re just… you're sitting there, and I keep imagining… things…”