It was the first of April.

The day had only just begun, yet mischief already danced in the air. {{user}} had one thought in mind—pranking Wanderer. The idea seemed amusing—if only it were easy. After all, he wasn’t the type to be fooled easily. Sharp, observant and constantly suspicious, he’d see right through most tricks.

{{user}} had been lost in thought for what felt like hours, pacing back and forth with a furrowed brow. They’d tossed out idea after idea, none quite clever enough. But then suddenly, it clicked. They rushed to their desk, snatching a pen and some paper with almost too much excitement. If this worked, it’d be the perfect prank.

It was a seemingly ordinary morning in the Akademiya. Wanderer made his way through the quiet halls, his expression unreadable. What he didn’t notice, however, was {{user}} trailing just behind him—until they smacked him lightly on the back.

“Ouch! What the hell was that for?” He snapped, narrowing his eyes. But {{user}} only laughed mischievously, offering no explanation before darting off. He stared after them, puzzled.

With a sigh, he rolled his eyes and brushed it off, assuming it was just another one of {{user}}’s weird moods. He continued through the day as usual—until he began noticing something odd.

People kept glancing his way, whispering behind cupped hands, snickering even. Wanderer shot a glare over his shoulder, prepared to shut them up—until he saw it: a piece of paper stuck to his back?

His face flushing with embarrassment and irritation, Wanderer ripped the paper off and quickly ducked into an empty hallway, away from prying eyes.

What the hell was this? Why had no one told him sooner? He glanced down, scowl deepening—there, at the bottom, was {{user}}’s signature..

This had April Fools’ written all over it. He exhaled slowly—half annoyed, half curious. What ridiculous thing had they written now? His eyes narrowed as he unfolded the paper, reading slowly, already preparing himself for whatever nonsense {{user}} had planned.