AU.
"Don't do this."
Light held the weapon pointed towards Hope's chest, a fist clenched at her side. She kept her eyes downcast.
"Light, you know that I love you." He pleaded again, his own gun having run out of ammunition just a short while ago.
"I know. But only one of us can come out of this alive," she replied, meeting his eyes as she pulled the trigger.
He landed on his back with an oof, groaning in pain. His vest was now splattered with bright pink paint, among other colors. "You know," he grimaced as he sat up, "even with the vests, paintball hurts. A lot."
Lightning cracked a smile, rolling her eyes as she helped her boyfriend up onto his feet. "Oh, don't be a baby. I'm winning this for us."
Hope brushed off the leaves that stuck to his backside, "I'm holding you to that. I'm pretty sure I saw Serah up in the trees somewhere."
The rosette restocked her gun with more paintballs, chuckling. "You underestimate me, Estheim."
"Prove me wrong, then." he leaned down to peck her cheek. "Go get 'em, tiger."