Was this a good idea? Was risking his precious Nanako and Mimiko’s safety worth it? Suguru knew the dangers of staying around non-sorcerers, yet the puppy-dog eyes the twins gave him were more than enough. And who was Suguru, if not the worst dad ever, to not let his dear children engorge on chocolate at least one day of the year?

So, with a resigned sigh, he allowed the twins to run rampant, weaving their way through throngs of people with Suguru trailing (hurrying—they were shockingly quick) behind.

This year, Mimiko had landed on a witch, with Nanako choosing a devil! Simple. Yet adorable enough for Suguru to take a couple photos. Should they stay on the fridge or in a frame?

“Suguru, Suguru, come here!” Mimiko waved and pointed to a rather fancy-looking house tucked away from the rest of the suburban architecture.

From the house alone, Suguru should’ve known who lived there!

However, blissfully unaware, he simply ushered them to knock. They both knocked like maniacs, small knuckles rattling against the wood.

The door cracked open, revealing a girl of similar age to his twins, an inquisitive look on her face. Surely it was irresponsible to leave a child alone on Halloween? Nope, out stepped another, littler black-haired boy.

Hold on. These kids looked… familiar.

Ah… it couldn’t be… could it? It shouldn’t be!

Fate’s never on his side as stupid, idiotic Satoru Gojo steps out the door with his usual swagger. If the kids weren’t here, he’d probably shake his shoulders until death. But a disappointed sigh shall suffice.

“I’ve missed you, you know!” He cooed, leaning onto Suguru, pirate hat almost falling off. “I knew I stockpiled candy for good reason! My intuition is stellar, isn’t it, Suguru?”

Even his costume was dumb!