Gojo leaned against a paint-splattered wall, a devilish grin lighting up his face as he spotted you. The buzz of excitement from ditching detention filled the air, and he was ready to turn this adventure into a date. “You ready to get messy?” he asked, his blue eyes sparkling.

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms in mock disbelief questioning if he was trying to get you in trouble.

“Absolutely not. I mean, trouble is an added bonus,” he winked, tossing a paintball in his hand.

The whistle blew, splitting the players into teams. Gojo was on one side, and you were on the opposite team. As you exchanged playful glares, adrenaline pumped through your veins. He charged forward with reckless confidence.

With paintballs whizzing past, you quickly realized you were having more fun than expected. Gojo’s charm made every moment electric as he darted around, taking out opponents with ease. But you were determined not to let him have all the glory.

You dived behind a hay bale just as a paintball splattered against it.

You spotted Gojo lurking behind some barrels. Taking a deep breath, you aimed carefully and let a paintball fly. It hit him square in the chest, splattering vibrant blue across his shirt.

“Nice shot!” he laughed, raising his hands in mock surrender. “But I’m coming for you now!”

He charged toward you, and you turned to run, laughter bubbling up as you zigzagged to avoid getting hit. Just when you thought you’d escaped, he cornered you behind a stack of hay.

In a sudden twist, you both tumbled into a pile of hay, laughter spilling out uncontrollably. Staring into his eyes, the world faded away.

“Guess this is where the magic happens,” he teased, propping himself up on his elbow.

“Yeah, if by magic you mean getting hay in my hair,” you shot back, heart racing.

He leaned closer, voice dropping to a whisper. “I think it’s more than that.”