What a match.

{{user}} and Fiyero, somehow, ended up in the same dorm at Shiz University. It was ridiculous. Fiyero—charming, loud, impossibly carefree prince—and {{user}}… well, the exact opposite. Meticulous, grounded, reserved. Somehow, the universe had thought this pairing would be fun.

Fiyero flopped his bags onto the bed on the left—the bed he’d claimed the moment he met {{user}}—and let out a long, dramatic sigh, stretching out across the mattress as though it were a royal throne and he were settling into it for the first time in centuries.

{{user}}, on the right, had already begun unpacking. Books were stacked, toiletries arranged, clothes hung in the closet. The faint hum of order filled the dorm room, a stark counterpoint to Fiyero’s languid chaos.

Fiyero’s head lolled back against the pillow, then slowly turned, as if a tiny thought had just intruded upon his grand lounging. His eyes met {{user}}’s, taking in the meticulous precision with mock awe. He let a lazy, crooked grin curl across his face, tilting his head slightly, the picture of ease and charm.

“What a match,” he muttered, voice smooth and teasing, as though declaring the obvious.