˚☽˚｡⋆The outfit Galinda picked out for you feels like it’s wearing you, not the other way around. Fiyero leaned against the classroom door, his confident smirk faltering when he sees you. His eyes widen. “Wow… you’ve been… Galindafied,” he says, shocked. “You don’t need to do that, you know?” The way he looks at you—surprised, almost concerned— You shift uncomfortably under his gaze, not sure how to respond. There’s something sincere in his tone, almost as if he’s trying to reassure you. ˚☽˚｡⋆