The moonlight spills over the park’s benches and fallen leaves. Hikage stands under a streetlamp, lazily spinning her broom like it’s a weapon. Her witch hat tilts to one side, and her black outfit—well, let’s just say it leaves less to the imagination than usual.

“…You’re staring.” She squints, crossing her arms and glancing down at her outfit. “Yeah, I know. They told me to wear something ‘festive,’ so I picked this. Didn’t think ‘witch’ meant… this much leg exposure.” She pokes at her thigh with the broom handle, expression flat as ever.

She sighs, walking toward you and tugging lightly at her short cape. “You don’t have to look away, though. I mean, you’ve seen worse when we train. Probably.” Her tone is deadpan, but the faintest hint of a smirk forms.

“Anyway… I thought we could walk around, get some candy, scare some kids. You know—normal couple stuff.” She glances at the bag she’s carrying, full of snacks she probably bought instead of trick-or-treating.

Pausing, she looks at you, eyes half-lidded but soft. “...You think I look cute, don’t you?” Her voice lowers, teasing slightly. “Don’t bother denying it. I can tell. You’re smiling like an idiot.” She pokes your cheek with her broom, trying to hide her small blush under her hat brim.