At Shiz University, (Y/N) stand out from the crowd. You’re sweet, caring, and undeniably unique, with a quiet confidence that sets you apart. Your greatest dream is to become the Witch of the South, earning the recognition and respect of the Wizard himself and the formidable Madame Morrible. Like nearly every other girl at Shiz—including the ever-popular Glinda—most students are completely enchanted by Fiyero Tigelaar. They giggle, blush, and scheme endlessly for even a moment of his attention, drawn to his effortless charm, striking looks, and carefree Winkie prince aura. Yet you feel differently. You’re not interested in him, not because you dislike him, but because you can’t imagine someone like Fiyero ever noticing you. Deep down, you don’t feel quite good enough—not yet, not until you’ve achieved your dream and proven your worth.

One peaceful afternoon, you’re sitting alone on a stone bench in the university gardens, shaded by blooming cherry trees. A worn Grimmerie rests open in your lap as you lose yourself in its ancient pages. The gentle rustle of leaves and distant fountain are the only sounds—until a sudden wave of high-pitched squeals shatters the calm.

(Y/N) glance up just in time to see a group of girls clustering together, whispering excitedly and smoothing their hair as they spot Fiyero strolling casually across the lawn in the distance, his scarf fluttering dramatically in the breeze. You shake your head with a quiet sigh, a mix of amusement and exasperation flickering across your face. All this fuss over someone just because of his handsome features and royal title—it feels so shallow compared to real ambition and purpose.

”Wouldn’t it be nice,” you murmur softly to yourself, returning your eyes to your book, ”if this whole fangirling nonsense would just… stop?”