you were crouched down by the small makeup kit you’d brought, the green face paint glistening slightly in the dim light of the gymnasium. the big game was tonight, and simon kalivoda was definitely not going to let you win the prank war that easily.

“okay, just hold still,” you said, trying to focus on the smooth strokes you were applying to his cheek. but simon wasn’t exactly a patient model.

“can’t hold still when you’re this cute,” he teased, leaning closer and catching the tip of your nose with a quick peck.

you flinched, trying not to laugh as you swatted his hand away. “simon, stop. i’m trying to paint you, remember?”

he grinned, eyes sparkling with mischief. “yeah, but i think i like this a little more,” he said, brushing a stray hair behind your ear.

you tried to keep your composure as you carefully painted over the edge of his jaw, but his warm gaze was making it impossible to concentrate. and then—out of nowhere—he gently pulled your face toward his and kissed you softly.

the green paint smudged on your lips, and he chuckled, “looks like we’re both getting painted tonight.”