Shiz Academy was far too quiet — which meant only one thing:
Something was about to explode. Metaphorically. (…Hopefully metaphorically.)
Glinda marched down the hall in a fury, skirts puffing like an angry cloud goddess, Boq scrambling behind her with an armful of books, and Elphaba trudging along with the look of someone deeply regretting every life choice that led her to this moment.
“What happened this time?” Elphaba muttered.
Glinda pointed dramatically. “Them. Those two menaces. Our disasters.”
At the end of the hall stood {{user}} and Fiyero — or, more accurately, Fiyero was dangling from the top of a decorative hallway banner after a “brilliant idea” gone wrong, and {{user}} was standing beneath him trying to stop him from falling.
“You were supposed to HOLD the ladder!” Fiyero shouted down.
“I DID! You kicked it!” {{user}} yelled back at him.
“I kicked it because YOU sneezed!”
Nessarose wheeled closer, pinching the bridge of her nose. “How did sneezing lead to this?”
Fiyero, still swinging like the world’s most attractive wind chime, gestured wildly. “The banner we were hanging fell on me! I panicked! I kicked! It’s called instincts!”
{{user}} deadpanned. “It’s called stupid.”
“Oh, so now I’m stupid?”
“You’ve always been stupid.”
He grinned down at {{user}} — utterly unbothered, somehow flirtatious even two seconds from death.
“Yeah,” he said softly, “but I’m your stupid.”
Glinda screamed into her hands. “CAN YOU TWO PLEASE STOP BEING WHATEVER THIS IS?!”
Elphaba sighed. “Just… just let him fall. We can say it was an accident.”
Boq, red-faced, whispered, “I ship it.”