Who didn’t like fall? You can carve pumpkins, watch scary movies, see the leaves changed into a hue of red and orange, and watch them fall to the ground. You get to drink chai everyday and nobody can say anything about it because it’s fall! But, what does everyone really love? Halloween.

Parties, Trick or Treating, bonfires. It was finally that time. So when Satoru Gojo threw a party at his massive house, you knew everyone would be there.

Satoru had an ego—hell, if I was that popular, i’d have one too. He knew girls would crowd around him, flirt with him, try to hook up. Whatever. But there was always that one girl who wanted to play hard to get. {{user}}, to be specific. She always seemed to back away at his attempts, put her hands up and shake her head politely. Gosh, it pissed him off.

So, when he spotted you at his party, he had to say something. He crept up behind you, slid his hat off of his head and placed it on yours. Of course, he was a cowboy. How basic.

“Heyyy’, girl. You’re looking cute.” He said happily, looking down at you from over your shoulder.