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Tuesday

Chapter One


It was a Tuesday when Asami Sato realized it. Just another, mundane Tuesday when she had the biggest epiphany of her life, seemingly out of nowhere. It was much bigger than the one she had in high school when she learned that with a flip of her hair, she could pretty much get anybody to do anything she wanted.

She had woken up bright and early that day, as usual. After turning on the coffee machine, she knocked on her roommate, Korra's, door to wake her up before getting ready herself. After an hour of undergoing her usual morning ritual, she pounded on her roommate's door once more, finally earning a muffled response from the other girl. (It never failed to bring a smile to her face at her childish antics.)

She didn't normally see Korra on Tuesdays. The younger girl had morning practice then class all day, and she worked the night shift at a local diner.

And so she continued on with her day, going to class, answering snapchats and text messages from her friends throughout the day. (She nearly got kicked out of Linear Algebra watching a snap of Bolin drawing on a sleeping Korra's face. And then the subsequent snap of her attempting to murder the younger boy.)

On Tuesdays, she would always put in a few research hours with one of her professors before venturing to the engineering lab. She'd worked on a few of her personal projects until campus security kicked her out (which was totally unfair, especially considering her family's name was on the building). Then, she'd head back to the apartment, eat a cup of Flamey-O instant noodles or whatever the Southern Water Trible girl had cooked the night before, crash out, and start her routine all over again.

So as she stepped into their apartment that night, she headed straight for the kitchen. She found a sticky note on the fridge. That in itself wasn't too odd. Korra was never much of a phone person, and would leave random notes or reminders for her.

Her roommate's surprisingly neat scrawl read:

Don't wait up, pulling an all-nighter with Bo for Philosophy. (Asami snorted at that. She'd beat her precious satomobile that they'd be up all night playing video games.) There's actual food in the fridge, so don't bother with all that Flamey noodle crap.

Smiling in amusement, she opened the fridge to find a box of Kwong's takeout. There was a container of komodo chicken and noodles, along with those sweet dumplings that she loved so much (which she knew Korra had to have gone out of her way for). And that was when it hit her.

She was in love with her best friend.

Her dorky best friend who had hated her the first time they met because they liked the same guy. Who also had a penchant for getting herself into all kinds of trouble. Her best friend who had once crashed her precious baby (her satombile) and had started a bar fight to defend her honor. And who was, as far as she knew, completely straight.

Groaning miserably, she pulled out her cell phone.