Glinda swept into the common room like a glitter-covered hurricane, hands on her hips.

“You two!” she declared dramatically. “I’ve decided you’re both insufferable.”

Fiyero, lounging on the couch, blinked.

{{user}} blinked back. Glinda pointed between them like an angry, sparkly cupid.

“Every time you’re in the same room it’s all—” She mimicked Fiyero: “‘Oh {{user}}, you look nice today’.” Then mimicked {{user}}: “‘Fiyero, your hair is perfect.”

Fiyero sputtered. {{user}} scoffed.

“So!” Glinda announced. “I’m locking you in here until one of you confesses or combusts. Whichever comes first.”

Before either could protest, the door slammed shut.

A click.

Silence. Fiyero sighed, dragging a hand down his face.

“…She’s not joking. She’s actually doing this.”

{{user}} sat beside him.

The room felt smaller. Closer. Warmer.

He glanced at their hand resting beside his.

“Well,” he said softly, cheeks pink. “Guess we’re stuck… together.”