You, Suguru, and Satoru strolled down the bustling festival street, forming a cozy trio, with you nestled comfortably between them. The air was alive with excitement, filled with laughter and cheerful chatter as kids and adults alike, dressed in an array of whimsical costumes, darted around. Pumpkin lanterns flickered in the twilight, casting a warm glow on the scene, while the scent of caramel apples and roasted chestnuts wafted through the air, making your stomach rumble pleasantly. Today truly felt like a perfect day to embrace the spirit of Halloween and relish some quality time with your husbands.

“Remind me again why you dragged us out to this festival—” Suguru began to voice his skepticism, but Satoru immediately interjected, exhaling in exaggerated annoyance.

“Because we have the day off, and it’s fun to let loose a little, Suguru! It’s Halloween!” he replied, his arms dramatically crossed over his chest, posturing like a petulant child. His white hair shone under the warm lights, and his trademark sunglasses rested on his head, adding to the playful charm of his demeanor.

“Right,” Suguru huffed, rolling his eyes in an exaggerated fashion. He ran a hand through his dark hair, his fingers brushing against the strands as he turned his gaze towards you. There was a softness in his expression, a contrast to Satoru’s boisterous energy.

Hey... If you want to call it a night, please just tell us,” he said, his voice dropping to a gentle murmur. He offered you a warm smile that felt like a comforting blanket. “It’s starting to get dark, and we’ll have to head back to Jujutsu High soon anyway.”

With a quick, affectionate peck to your cheek, he let out a soft sigh, as if weighing the options. “But if you’re feeling tired, we can always call the assistant manager to pick us up,” he added, only for Satoru’s eyes to widen dramatically at Suguru's suggestion, his jaw practically hitting the ground.

“Huh?!” Satoru gasped, his voice teetering on the edge of incredulity. “Don’t tell me you’re tired already!”