The Halloween party was louder than Izuku expected. The lights flickered in warm orange glows, casting shadows of fake spider webs and plastic pumpkins across the walls. The common room smelled like caramel apples and popcorn, but Izuku’s focus drifted as he leaned against the far corner, quietly sipping a cup of punch.

He liked parties well enough, but big gatherings always left him watching more than participating. That was fine. It gave him time to observe everyone’s costumes—Tokoyami’s dramatic vampire cloak, Kirishima’s werewolf getup that was already starting to shed, and Bakugo… who didn’t bother to dress up at all, unsurprisingly.

But then—Izuku saw it.

Across the room, near the snack table, someone was dressed in green. His green.

Izuku froze mid-sip. His eyes widened as they scanned every detail. The green bodysuit. The red utility belt. Gloves, boots, even the faint jagged lines painted over their legs to mimic his Full Cowling.

They turned slightly, and Izuku spotted the fake freckles dotted across their cheeks.

They dressed as me…?

Izuku’s heart nearly stopped. It wasn’t just a half-effort costume either. This was intentional. Thought-out. Too accurate to be coincidence.

As if sensing his stare, {{user}} glanced up, locking eyes with him from across the room. A tiny smirk tugged at their lips as they adjusted their gloves in mock seriousness—just like he always did.

Izuku quickly looked down at his own costume—a sloppy “zombie” onesie he barely scraped together this morning—and felt his face flush.