Enchanted University of Magemenos

Chapter 96:The Great Bathroom Battle

"I knew I'd regret coming here," Keith muttered, his back pressed against the cold wall of the oversized bathroom stall like he was bracing for war.

I couldn't help grinning at his misery. "Fine then, oh wise one, let's hear your genius plan," I said, crossing my arms.

Keith turned to Kate. "Kate, use your brain for once—do you really think the mafia won't use the washrooms tonight? They're going to be awake the whole night, remember? And this"—he waved his hand around dramatically—"is a human's basic need. You just parked us inside a public attraction."

Kate looked like she was going to argue, but—

"I agree," Nathan said flatly, arms folded, eyes scanning the bathroom door.

Silence fell like a piano in a cartoon.

I blinked. "Wait—what? Did... did that just happen?"

The two of them looked at each other like mortal enemies who'd just found out they both liked the same ice cream flavor.

"If you would have done this long back ,we wouldn't be where we are now"Keith says to Nathan

These guys were always talking in that tone—the kind laced with sarcasm, barbed with taunts, like they were tossing invisible knives instead of words. I couldn't help but wonder what had gone so wrong. What made these two go from being inseparable best friends to this cold war of sass and eye-rolls?

Kate, in her usual deadpan cheer, broke the tension. "We'll use the handicapped washroom," she said with a sly smile. "I'm sure no handicapped mafia would come to kill you in there."

Keith let out an over-the-top scoff. "Suit yourself. Me and Rose will find somewhere else. I'll keep you safe, Rose. Trust me on this," he said, turning to me with that same cocky glint in his eye—the one that made girls swoon and guys want to punch him.

My face twisted into immediate protest. "No. I won't come with you," I said, louder than I meant to. "I'll stay here."

His smirk faded for just a split second—like I'd accidentally dented his ego. "You sure?" he asked, trying to mask it.

"I'm not getting killed in a broom closet because you thought it looked cinematic," I muttered, already regretting engaging.

Kate grinned and elbowed me. "Smart girl."

"Fine, if you say so—after all, George cannot stay without Rose," Keith declared dramatically, puffing out his chest like he was on a Broadway stage. He even pretended to clutch an invisible rose to his heart. "Love demands sacrifice, and tonight, I sacrifice comfort... and hygiene."

I rolled my eyes so hard I nearly saw my own brain. "Okay Romeo, but there's only one washroom. How are we all supposed to fit in here? "

"I think it's okay for a night," Kate replied quickly. "Besides, once it's night, we won't even be conscious. So I don't think space should matter."

"I, however, require three pillows, a fan, and at least twelve inches of legroom," Keith chimed in, stepping into the washroom like a hotel inspector. "This is not what I booked online, FYI."

"Let's hurry up," Nathan interrupted before Keith could list more demands.

We all squeezed inside and locked the door. Surprisingly, the washroom was... huge. Like, suspiciously huge. Maybe because it was for the handicapped, or maybe because the architect was just overly dramatic—like someone we know.

Keith paced around the space like a five-star general inspecting the barracks. "Ah yes," he nodded, "excellent acoustics for dramatic monologues. And look! A handrail—perfect for when I collapse from emotional devastation."

I dropped to the floor with a sigh. "If he doesn't shut up, I will be the mafia just to end this."

Kate giggled and whispered, "You've officially met Keith: human entertainment system, no off switch."

Nathan sat down in a corner, clearly regretting all life decisions.

Keith, meanwhile, was trying to balance on the toilet seat like he was training for the Olympics.

And with that, we prepared to spend the night in a bathroom...

"In that confined space, we all tried to find a spot to either lie down or at least sit without crushing each other to death.

Kate settled quickly, resting her back against the side wall like she was on a picnic instead of hiding from potential killers.

I managed to wedge myself between the toilet and the wall—elegantly squished like a sad taco—right next to Kate.

'Guys, come on, time's ticking,' Kate urged, glancing at the little clock on the wall.

And then it happened. The Great Bathroom Battle.

Nathan and Keith exchanged one long, dramatic look, and without a single word, they both launched toward the only empty space—right next to me. It was like watching a very classy version of WWE in slow motion. Elbows brushed, shoulders collided, dignity was lost.

In the end, Nathan won the glorious spot, sliding in like a smug ninja.