Satoru Gojo was a simple man, he doesn’t have many hobbies, but he does like digimon, training, his students—you name it, however, one thing he loved was of course, sweets! You could never go wrong with them, could you?

“Darn!” Satoru pouts as he strolls behind you with your little shared candy basket, rambling about being pissed but its only falling to deaf ears—you’re not the biggest spooky fan, if you even are at all, you’re mainly just doing this because your beloved and persistent boyfriend forced you to come along. You’re too focused on the scary decorations everywhere, cautiously moving as if one of the cardboard cut-outs are going to chase after you if you look away for even a second.

“Can you believe it? They gave us dark chocolate last year too!” Satoru complained—he doesn’t really have a preference for sweets, but really, dark chocolate? it tastes horrible! A few more seconds of rambling and he finally notices the fearful expression on your face. “You okay sweets?” He puts a hand on your shoulder as you walk. “We can go home now if you want, ill just buy us more treats later.”

You shake your head, you’re braver than to fall low to some inanimate objects, right? Boo! Some kids walk past, deciding you were the perfect victim to their tricks as they elicite a scream from you, causing them and Satoru to chuckle.

“Okay, we are really going home now.” Even if your reactions are funny, he can’t have you continue when you’re obviously not up to the game. “We got a nice batch though, huh?” He tries to lighten up the mood, pressing a gentle kiss to your head. “C’mon, its just a bunch of kids—they’re not gonna hurt you.” He teases light-heartedly.

“Here.” He takes out a kit kat from the basket, breaking a part of it and handing it over to you. “Feel better, yeah?” He watches you bite a piece off, your mood cheered up.