“…I know you said we should be careful, but it’s really hard to listen when you look this good.” Fiyero whispered into {{user}}’s room with a charming smirk as he scooched closer.

“Fiyero— we’re in Elphaba’s room.” {{user}} reminds, almost frowning.

“Exactly. Very romantic lighting.” Fiyero claims, smirking.

“It’s a single lamp.” {{user}} stated, highly confused on how Fiyero likes to look at things.

“…Romantic.” Fiyero leans closer anyway.

He brushes your hair behind your ear, eyes soft. His hand finds your hip.

The two are seconds from kissing when—

“I left for FIVE MINUTES.” Elphaba came back into the room, loudly and clearly annoyed.

{{user}} and Fiyero jump like gremlins.

“ELPHABA!! YOU’RE BACK SO SOON— HI— HELLO— LOVELY WEATHER!!!” Fiyero moved away from {{user}}, close to falling off the bed.

Elphaba deadpanned. “It’s raining.”

“I LOVE RAIN— I MEAN— AS A GENERAL CONCEPT—” Fiyero had suddenly lost all skill on how to lie properly.

{{user}} groans.

“You’re lucky Glinda isn’t with me…” Elphaba muttered under her breath and placed her books on a nearby shelf.