The day after Twilight- after one afternoon passed in locking herself up in her room to sob and a nice kick in the butt by her parents to quell her reservation and her feelings of shame- walked her way to school, book sack hanging by her shoulders, her uniform wrinkled and still wet in points due to hasty cleaning and drying, looking at the ground and dodging students that got in her way to the school's main door.

"I do not feel any gaze on me," Twilight whispered ot herself, walking up the steps of the entrance into the main hall "That is good, for it means that..." Twilight's thoughts were interrupted, as she was pushed aside by a powerful elbow jab that made her stumble wayside with a small grunt, as her glasses flew her nose onto the floor with a light tinkle.

"Sorry!" A white and black blur passing by said.

Twilight rubbed the hit area with one hand while she rapidly kneeled down and grabbed her glasses with her free hand- before somebody could accidentally step onto them. Once the glasses were in her hands, she set them back onto her nose and looked in the direction from where the blur had arrived, only to quickly realize- thanks to the large number of people already inside walking up the stairs- that her quest for identify the one that gave her that elbow nudge was pointless.

Adjusting her book sack with a shrug of shoulder, Twilight walked up the stairs and then turned left, towards her classroom's door, from where sounds of chuckles and cheers came from, overtaking the background bustle usually heard in the hallways during that particular moment of the day.

Twilight could have sworn to have heard cheers like "You're the best, Fancy Pants!", "That's clever, really clever!" and "Nice!" coming from inside the classroom, as if a great act had been done while she was still outside. She sighed, as she pulled the handle down.

"Guess I'm late again." she muttered to herself, swinging the door inwards with a slight creak, revealing Fancy Pants sitting on the teacher's desk- a green and white package of unclear nature in his left hand- talking to Gregarious and Russian Roulette.

Twilight reclined her head at the sight and frowned somewhat, before she started to walk towards her desk again with slow and calculated steps, sneaking past the group of guys talking between each other and sitting down at her desk.

Fancy Pants, in a lull in the conversation, looked towards Twilight, who had already set the book bag at her desk's side. Fancy Pants' expression went from a small smile of amusement to warm- but similar small- grin.

"Allillanchu Canchi? Ñuqami kani Baluntiq Achalasqatiq." He said with a chuckle, which made Twilight look at him confused and somewhat flustered, remaining silent.

"Good thing you came to school today," Fancy Pants said, as he set the box down on the teacher's desk, pointing the label towards Twilight, thusly showing the package's nature as a pack of adult diapers. "Because yesterday's accident has given me this idea."

Twilight immediately looked away, her face red in shame and her heart clenching at the mention of it.

"And I thought 'so, Abacus Cinch wants to close down the bathrooms? She must really want us to wear diapers like little kids, then,' and so I bought a pack and brought it to school," Fancy Pants explained, before pointing at the blackboard. "I have even left some instructions on what do to in case of a bathroom emergency!"

Glancing on the blackboard, Twilight could see, written in white chalk, "In case of physiological needs, use diapers," and an arrow scrawled with red chalk pointing towards the teacher's desk. After seeing this, Twilight went back to avert anyone's gaze.

"T-thanks... I guess..." Twilight said, tryign her best to not voice her concerns nor her embarrassment in front of him.

"Geez, sorry!" He said, before walking to his desk "I just thought that you would've appreciated some support from my part!"

"Um... yeah..." Twilight said, fidgeting her fingers, before turning around to rapidly grab her books in the sack and set them on its surface. As she did so, the second bell rang, signaling the start of the lessons proper and, not even a second later, the English teacher walked in.

"Good da- wait, why is there a pack of diapers on the post?" He said, recoiling a bit, before turning to the class. "Thanks in any case, but I do not need them."

Fancy Pants got up and set his left hand over his chest, while the other let out a little laugh.

"It was my idea sir!" He said, taking a somewhat solemn and "composed" stance, while at the same time suppressing his chuckles. "I mean, if you close the bathrooms, you sure do not trust your students to use them properly, and who else cannot be trusted in using bathrooms?"

"Elders?" The teacher said, as he put the register down.

"Yes, but also toddlers. And, both of them wear diapers, soo..." Fancy Pants clicked his tongue and snapped his fingers. "There! Connection done!"

The teacher sighed, as he opened the register and took a pen out of his trousers' pocket, pushing the diaper package out of his way onto the floor.

"I pray you know what you're doing. In any case, let's start with today's lesson, shall we?" He said. "First of all, who's missing today?"

"So, what is your plan to fix this issue exactly, besides bringing diapers and other incontinence gear into school and maybe wear them?" Sunny Flare asked, holding a diaper in her hands, while Fancy Pants leaned on the northern wall of the class.

"What is my plan for my protest?" He said, raising his head away from his left hand's fingernails. "It is not very complicated. Fist of all, in case we have classes all composed by students with iron bladders and bowels, I will spread awareness about the issue into other classrooms. Then I will petition to the Principal for unlock the bathrooms as it is proper."

Sunny Flare hummed, then reclined her head.

"Makes sense to me... but, what if she refuses?" She said. Fancy Pants looked odwn the floor, rubbing his chin for a bit.

"I... I haven't actually thought about that," he said, lifting his head up again and shrugging. "Guess I will keep trying until she gives up, or I find a better idea."

Sunny Flare shrugged too.

"Although, I hope you start bringing a screen for the diaper changes," Sunny Flare said, pointing with her left thumb towards Twilight, who was awkwardly fidgeting to tape her diaper up without lifting her skirt up too much. "To see her stumble like that just makes me feel pity for her."

"I'll remember to do that." Fancy Pants stated.

Author's Note

Yeah, yeah...