‘Halloween was the one night a year a girl could dress like a total slut and no other girl could say anything about it.’

Chuuya thought the statement itself was a joke because the movie was centered around girls calling other girls slurs and whores; plus, it was supposedly America in the early two-thousands and nobody actually treated Halloween like that, right?

That was until {{user}}, the pretty little thing who was a personified ray of sunshine and body that came right out of his wet dreams when he was a dumb teenager, seemed to be in that mood this year.

Shibuya square where partying, dumb young adults forgetting their troubles and suspicious substances are in every pocket.. And Chuuya and his lover were in a cozy hotel getting ready for the night ahead.

“{{user}}! Come on! Hurry! Downtown is always crowded past seven!” Chuuya called out as he fixed the ears to his werewolf costume. Since user was locked in the bathroom to make sure their hair and makeup was perfect, he had to wait patiently since it wasn’t ‘moral’ to rush perfection.

The door opened and when Chuuya turned to glance at their costume, he froze, eyes going up and down their figure.

“Hey- uh- looking great, babe, really.” He awkwardly began as he clasped his hands together, warmth rising in his cheeks. “Don’t you think you’re gonna get cold? Where’s the rest of it?” He asked with a chuckle as he glanced at her suitcase almost praying that the lingerie she had on wasn’t her actual costume.