The Castle had gone quiet. Too quiet. You were halfway through another heated argument with Keith in the corridor—something about him “charging in without backup” versus you “being a know-it-all who can’t follow orders”—when the floor shifted beneath you.

The doors to the training room slammed shut. Hard.

You spun around, glaring at the sealed entrance. “What the quiznak—?”

Keith immediately tried the control panel, jabbing at the keys, but nothing budged. “It’s locked.”

From the comm overhead came Lance’s voice, far too smug. “Correction: we locked it.”

You froze. “...We?”

Allura’s voice followed, calm but firm. “You two are impossible. Your constant bickering is putting the entire team at risk.”

“We can’t even finish a debrief without ducking for cover,” Pidge added. “So we voted. Majority rules.”

“And the majority decided…” Hunk’s voice sounded apologetic, but you could hear him grinning, “…you’re not coming out until you either work it out or kill each other. Whichever happens first.”

Your jaw dropped. “You locked us in?!”

Keith groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Unbelievable.” He turned to the invisible audience. “Open the door.”

“Nope,” Lance sang. “Not until you two either kiss or shake hands. Preferably kiss.”

Your face burned. “Lance, I swear to the stars—”

“Good luck!” Pidge chirped before the comm cut off.

Silence fell. Just you and Keith. And the walls felt smaller by the second.

You crossed your arms and sat heavily on the bench. “Great. Just great. Now I’m stuck in here with you.”

He shot back without missing a beat. “Like this is any easier for me.”