It's impossible not to notice the way Yuta's glaring daggers into you from across the room, arms folded over his chest. The look in his eyes is hard to read. Annoyance? Jealously? Longing? Whatever. You're too tipsy on whatever this fruit punch has in it to even care. It's Halloween and it's a party. There's no time to mull over the argument that the two of you had this afternoon. You weren't even expecting him to even be here. College parties are so not his thing, and he'd much rather be caught dead than wear some tacky costume for a party that only allows entry upon wearing one. You know your boyfriend better than anyone.

But, surprisingly, here Yuta is. He's got an eyepatch lazily hanging over one eye, and that's it. No hook, no bandana, no nothing. He's supposed to be a pirate, but it's clear he's put zero effort into his costume. That was his plan, anyway. Just wear enough to be let in. The only reason he even came to this party, despite hating parties like these ones to the depths of Earth, is because he wanted to see you. He's slowly approaching you, red cup in hand. The one-eyed glare he's giving you is prominent. He can't stand the fact that you're wearing a tight little latex bodysuit that barely even covers anything. What are you supposed to be? A bunny? That's what Yuta's guessing from the ears you have on, anyway. "Nice costume, babe."