a chilly breeze makes the surface of your skin tingle and the scent of sweets entails children’s laughter on the streets… halloween: an excuse for students at their big age to dress up and absolutely serve.

you and the friend group were invited to a halloween function. satoru came over for you to do his vampire makeup.

“are you doneee?” satoru would mutter as he sat at the chair of your vanity— in his costume and all. however, his complaint wasn’t that serious as he tilted his head upwards slightly to look at you and admire your face.

eyes locked on yours, his hands curling into fists on his lap, his body subconsciously leaning towards yours… oh, yeah. he’s hitting you with that look.