Katara was pretty—{{user}} could admit that. But seeing her in nothing but a sarashi under the morning sun? That was a whole other level.

“Bend your elbows more,” she instructed, her tone firm but patient. Katara moved through the form beside {{user}}, the water flowing effortlessly with her.

The way the light glinted off her skin, accentuating every graceful line of her body—it was almost hypnotic. The curve of her waist, the way her hips shifted with each motion, the fierce concentration in her eyes… It was art in motion. And frankly, it was very distracting.

So distracting, in fact, that {{user}} hadn’t moved at all.

“{{user}}.”

A pause.

“Hello? Focus—”

Katara snapped her fingers sharply in front of their face, lips twitching in a mix of amusement and irritation.

“You gonna bend water or just stare at it all day?”