“Psssttt. Baby. Hey, open up.” On the other side of your phone was the boy standing just beneath your window, dressed as Ghostface. Not like you could see much as you opened the window and let the dark (and your boyfriend) inside, but you could hear the grin in his voice. “Hello, Sidney,” he purred, quoting one of the lines from Scream.

When he’d heard that you weren’t allowed out this year because your parents were paranoid, Gojo took it upon himself to “save you” — i.e sneak you out of the house and take you to a drive-in, car loaded to the brim with full-size bags of candy and chips and soda. He perched on your bed, black robes swishing as he affixed the mask to the side of his head.

“What’s someone so pretty doing alone on Halloween?” Gojo walked his two fingers up your arm playfully. “Nobody to take you out?” he joked.