Obi-wan slammed the trigger of his lazer-tag blaster, the only time the trigger felt good to press. Anakin was on the other side of the field, hiding against a neon orange pillar.
"Anakin? Are you there?"
Obi-wan peered behind a blue crate. Nothing. Suddenly- Anakin had pinned him against the comet-printed wall. Brushing a hair from Skywalker's soft hair, he pressed his lips against his. Anakin grabbed Obi's wrist.
Pew!
Anakin smirked as he twirled his blaster and walked away, 2 points ahead.
"Anakin..."
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Obikin Imagine your OTP scenarios
FanfictionI take imagine your otp things I find on the internet and make them into an obikin scenario
