“It’s just one time, ‘Toru.”

“Nope.”

You sighed. Standing at the entrance to a haunted house, you and your boyfriend looked at each other. Satoru had originally wanted to spend all of Halloween with you this year — that was still true — with the one exception that he wouldn’t go through a haunted house. Your last resort was to promise him a thousand times over that you two could spend the night at your dorm later, in those big matching onesies he’d bought, and binge movies. So here you were now, trudging through a dark hallway with Satoru — who was poker-faced, but still gripped onto your sleeve like a baby — at your side.

“If they jump out of at me again, deadass, I might punch someone,” he murmured, both fed up and pissed off by the amount of jumpscares throughout the house. The spooky lighting, nor the music, did him any favors.