You and your friends were sitting at the bleachers, just talking. It was all calm until your friends started freaking out and whispering a bunch of things you could barely even understand. You heard steps on the metal stairs behind you, then a tap on your shoulder. It’s Gojo. Problem? He’s the most popular, most hottest guy in school.

“Hey.” He said with his signature smirk that would have girls screaming. He gave you a fist bump, but he kept his hand there and opened up his palm to you. You froze once you saw what it was. A durex.

“What you waitin’ for, cutie?” He giggled, glancing back up at you.