At least you're not late.

You all march a bit faster than before, in order to get into class before the prof. And you make it in time easily. In class, you are sitting in formation again, and you are immediately and forcefully reminded that this is a special class.

Because as soon as you walked in, your special table and special chair turn half-pink, and the teal-haired teal-clothed dude sitting there, gives you a huge grin. "Hey Emcey!" He shuffles just a tiny bit to the side, as you approach the loveseat and then sit down, your tush touching his hips.

"Hey... Mohammed?" you think that was his middle name. You forgot everything else.

He leans away from you and snorts. "No, that is my second name! I'm called Ayaddeen, please!"

You nod and apologize, and glance at him sideways. It's not as if he was dirty yesterday, or anything, but now he seems outright squeaky-clean, fresh and energized. His teal color is... probably... brighter and stronger too. Oh, and he smells nice. Like... you sniff your nose. Eau-de-bananas?

He smirks back at you and also sniffs. Then he smiles and nods. "I think you missed the first week of lectures, right? Do you need some notes to copy?" He's right, you probably need them. The mundane world without your wishes and stuff has not stopped existing. You agree and say that you'll take up his offer, when he extends it even further: "Are you interested in some study-time this evening?", he asks casually.

You give him another once-over. He doesn't look bad. Tall, lanky... And you feel something in you break. Yes. You are interested in fucking him. That's what he means, right? You're getting a little damp down below. But now is not the time.

You get up your resolve: "That too, yes. Um, do I know your dorm?" That is, does he live in one of the campuses dorms? He probably does, most students are residing in the... you see his eyebrows moving up.

"You sure do. I'm in Kempner, like you." he laughs and elbows you playfully. "2nd freshman swim team."

"Oh." You're getting red. You hadn't noticed him in Kempner yesterday? "Sorry, this is still a lot to take in here." and it sure is. You agree on seeing each other in the evening, and then the green-haired Irish professor enters the classroom, getting into a lecture that you have to admit, is not entirely boring.

But a horrible idea has snuck into your head: Are you the only one who gets wishes fulfilled? What if today, someone else gets to mess around with all of reality??