A/N: My first yuri; trying to finish some of the things I started earlier this year.

I don't own anything. Please enjoy~

"Who can tell me," Sensei enunciated with the squeak of the dry erase marker, "what the acronym ATP stands for?"

There was a lazy silence, the majority of the girls only attempting to look like they cared by glancing at their text books and acting like they were following along. After studying the entire room to make sure nobody was going to answer, Kaya raised her hand shyly.

"Yes, Kaya-san," Sensei said, sighing in knowing, "I know you know. Does anyone out there besides Kaya-san have any interest in the fascinating process of plant energy conversion?"

There was a nice, pregnant silence as the tall, dark haired woman stared out at her audience. She perked up a little when she heard light snoring coming from the back of the room.

"Ah. Nami-san."

Everyone turned in their seats to smirk at Nami, her orange mop of curls cascading down the sides of her desk. Drool leaked out of her pretty pink mouth.

"Nami-san, I don't know what makes you so consistently tired that you feel you must sleep through at least part of my class every day…"

Kaya cringed internally, watching their teacher walk with purpose over to Nami's sleeping figure.

"…but it needs to stop." She raised the pink slip in her hand high before bringing it down with a hard slap onto Nami's desk. The red head spasmed and looked up at her teacher like she was insane.

"Honestly," the dark haired woman muttered angrily before shuffling her way back to the front of the room, "girl's should be more attentive. Why, when I was in school-"

"Sensei," Nami drawled, wiping drool from her cheek, "you did the equation wrong."

The room went silent, everyone in the room holding their breath. Nami stood up clumsily, walking through the desks and taking the marker from her shocked teacher's fingers.

"You forgot to oxidize the arsenite after factoring in the sunlight," she explained in a sleepy monotone, unsheathing the marker like this was an annoyance. "It should look like this…"

The class stared in amused awe at Nami's apparently boundless gall. Not that this was anything new. Kaya especially was enamored with Nami's confidence, the way she commanded the space in everything she did.

Their teacher stood dumbfounded, watching her correct the equation for an oxidized microbe substitution. Half of them didn't even know what that meant, but they were sure as hell paying attention now.

A few giggles were expelled as Nami tossed the marker back on her teacher's desk and returned to her seat without another word. When she sat back down she pointed at the acronym and nodded.

"And ATP stands for adenosine triphosphate. But I'm sure you were just getting to that part, so, carry on."

And with that, her head clunked back to her desk. The school's number one, most highly acclaimed mind falling back into an almost narcoleptic state like it had never awakened. Kaya stared at her, cheeks flushed and eyes bright with admiration.

Nami-san is so amazing. I'll have to work harder if I expect to catch up to her.

Kaya pulled the apron strings tight, adjusted her thin rim glasses and tied up her hair.

Nami-san isn't here yet. I'll have to start alone. It's up to me.

Quick as lightning, she assembled the ingredients for a basic white cake, her look of determination only growing more intense by the minute. The other girls in the class looked on in amusement, some of them snickering.

"Nami really got lucky having her as a partner," one of them said to another, elbowing a third in the ribs. "She does all of the work herself."

"Alright, alright, all of you get back to work," Hinoka sensei growled, her brown hair swept up in a bun. She took her place behind the demonstration kitchen and glared at Kaya suspiciously.

"Kaya-san, where is your good for nothing partner. She's already nearing the limit for skipping my class. If she doesn't have a good excuse-"

"Nami-san was sent to the principal's office again I'm afraid," the blonde answered, smiling nervously and attempting to crack an egg over the large glass bowl in front of her. It slipped from her fingers and she frantically looked under the sink for some disinfecting wipes to clean the mess.

"Tch. Typical. Bet she smart mouthed Surie-sensei again, eh?"

Kaya nodded and stirred the contents of the bowl together, smiling sadly to herself.

Most teacher's, despite her brilliant mind, did not take kindly to Nami-san and her way of doing things. They didn't like her personality. She always scored the highest on tests, always knew the correct answer to everything. No matter how hard Kaya studied, she always remained second in the standings. All she could hope to do was close that gap between them.

Kaya didn't really mind being second. She did her best and looked up to Nami. She possessed a kind of confidence that Kaya herself only dreamed of harnessing someday. Her friend circle consisted of, well, almost the entire student body. Everyone it seemed knew her personally and liked having her around. She was gorgeous too, with long, fiery hair and an enviably slim waist.

Kaya glanced down at her chest and pouted inwardly, stirring faster. Nami dominated in that area as well.

"Sorry for being late," that familiarly nonchalant voice called from the door.

Greetings from all the girl's at their stations echoed off the brick walls and stainless steel appliances. Kaya turned slightly and offered a sunny smile. Hinoka grunted and went back to washing out a plastic bowl.

"Kaya," Nami said in a friendly tone, removing the pink slip from her forehead and tossing it in a waste basket. She grinned like she might be hiding something. "Guess what."

Uh-oh. I know that look.

"Nami-san," Kaya said, narrowing her eyes. "I'm hoping you're not about to-"

"I swiped this when the old hag wasn't looking," the red head said slyly, holding up the official looking plaque with Tonagari-sensei's name and position engraved on it. The blonde paled.

"Nami-san! If anyone sees you with that you'll be-"

Nami clapped a gentle hand over her mouth and smushed a finger to her own lips.

"You're only loud when I need you to be quiet," she teased, stuffing the plaque back in her bag and tying up her hair. "So it looks like you've already put everything together."

"Yep. You can put it in the baking pan if you'd like."

Nami did just that, tossing the filled pan in the oven and shrugging.

"Sometimes I wonder how I get through the day I work so hard…"

Kaya giggled and sat down at a table with her classmate. Nami crossed her legs and waved at one of her closer friends in the corner group. She mouthed something to her and laughed. Probably an inside joke.

"Oi, Nami, what the hell, huh? You're already done? You didn't even get here until just now," one girl complained, waving a stick of butter at her angrily. Her partner stuck her tongue out.

"She's partnered with Kaya," another said, shrugging and rolling her eyes. "Of course she's done early. Nami's such a klutz she wouldn't be able to finish that fast with anyone else."

"Hey, now," Nami growled, pounding an irritated fist on the table. Kaya smiled sympathetically.

She found it hard to reassure Nami of anything. She was sure she already had enough self esteem that she really didn't need any encouragement from someone like her. Admittedly, Kaya was quite a bit lower on the popularity scale compared to Nami. But she never treated her that way. And it made her want to try harder.

"Why do we have this class before lunch," Nami's partner in crime, Tsukomi-chan, whined. She patted her stomach and sighed. "I'm supposed to be on a diet, but if I keep eating stuff in here, I'm just going to gain weight."

"Shut your goddamn mouth," Nami snapped, making fun of her friend and batting her eye lashes like a stereotypical tart. "Diet my ass. I happen to enjoy eating and I don't need you complaining about the food I thank god for everyday."

Kaya repressed a laugh as the two bantered. She pushed her glasses up from her nose and reached in her bag to try to get some studying done before her next class. She bumped the bentou box at the bottom of her bag and blinked.

"Oh, Nami-san, I have your bentou here-"

"KAYA-CHAAA~N," Nami squealed, eyes glittering and hands folded in gratitude. "YOU'RE SO THOUGHTFUL THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU." She grinned and clutched the box Kaya handed to her, glaring at curious onlookers.

"This is my special bentou Kaya-chan makes me. Mind your own goddamn business."

Kaya blushed. Ever since the start of the school year, she had noticed Nami coming to school and eating only an orange every day for lunch. It had started to annoy her, the general lack of thought she put into her meals and how daunting it must be for her health to only eat things like that. Now that she thought about it, it probably looked kind of strange to others; the way they carried on and Kaya constantly did these things for her. She didn't think herself better than anyone else because of the things she did for her. Nami was equal in her friendship's. Kaya was no more, and no less compared to anyone else in her mind.

That's why I like Nami-san…

"Kaya, can I eat some of this now?" Nami asked excitedly, lifting the lid a little. Her brown eyes danced and some of her red hair fell in her face.

"I…I don't mind," Kaya answered, smiling warmly and getting up to turn off the oven now that the cake was finished.

Nami-san shines.