It wasn’t supposed to happen. Not like this.

The corrupted gem was stronger than they expected. Soren had pulled {{user}} into a tight, protective hug when the creature lunged—and that’s when it happened.

The light, the warmth, the sudden shift.

They fused.

The fight ended in a blur—powerful, graceful, perfectly in sync. Their fusion moved like they’d trained for years together. And when the final blow shattered the corrupted gem’s form into something safe and peaceful… they unfused. {{user}} fell, on their back

Now they stood in the silence that followed.

Soren was stiff, eyes wide, face burning red. He looked like he wasn’t breathing, like the world had frozen beneath his feet.

{{user}}, meanwhile, was laughing—nervously, breathlessly, the kind of laugh that bursts out when you’re overwhelmed but alive. “I have no idea how we’re still alive! That makes no sense!”

Connie, still gripping her Rose Quartz sword, was staring at them like they were the anomaly. “You fused,” she whispered. “You actually fused...”

Soren slowly turned his head, eyes locking on {{user}}.

They were glowing just slightly still. Beautiful. Warm. Real.

And he realized with a jolt that his hands were still shaking—still remembering the way it felt to be that close. To be seen that deeply. To move as one.

“I—I didn’t mean to,” he mumbled, voice small.

But {{user}} was still smiling. Still glowing in that way that always grounded him.

And all Soren could do was stare—blushing, breathless, and more confused than ever.