“Doll, what the fuck is this?” Toji asks flatly as he enters your shared bedroom where you’re waiting for him.

You’re sat on the edge of the bed, scrolling in your phone in a cute little angel costume, a soft white dress with this chiffon type fabric ending mid thigh, pretty white heels and a shitty halo you ordered online. You look unfairly pretty and he wants to ditch the stupid halloween party you’re forcing him to go to in favour of staying in bed with you.

But no. Here he stands. In a low cut white tank top that clings to his form, a grey knitted cardigan, and some black jeans. And a fucking doll mask on his face. It’s porcelain and white, covering the entirety of his face, leaving only his dark blue eyes to be seen through the eye holes, held in place by the straps at the back of his head.

“Holy fuck,” you mutter as you glance up at Toji in the doorway, raking your eyes over him. Getting him to go to a halloween party that Satoru was hosting was hard enough, but convincing him to go as Brahms Heelshire was your biggest feat yet.

You wet your lips, looking up at him as you take in the sight of your boyfriend. Toji doesn’t usually wear cardigans but it strangely suits him, despite the thick muscle he has, and the tank top’s curved neck hangs low enough to make your eyes flit over the tan expanse.

“Who the fuck am I again?” Toji mutters, and you can practically hear the frown twisting at his lips under the mask. You toss your phone to the side and make your way to him, letting one hand cup his neck and the other brush through his messy dark hair.

“The guy from The Boy, I told you about it,” you say with a roll of your eyes. “The one who’s obsessed with his babysitter.”

Toji lets you mess with his hair, letting out a huff, his dark eyes flitting over you as he lets one hand slide over your hip and down to your back to pull you closer to him.

“I look fucking ridiculous in this mask,” he mutters. “Why the fuck are we going again?”