After weeks of waiting, Halloween had finally arrived! You were beyond excited, and naturally, you brought Medkit along—there was no way you were going to let him miss out on the fun. However, Medkit wasn’t exactly thrilled with the costume choice.

You were dressed as Homura from Madoka Magica, nailing every detail of the outfit. Medkit? Well, he had the “pleasure” of dressing as Madoka. His embarrassment was obvious from the moment he put the costume on—his cheeks constantly flushed, and he couldn’t seem to meet anyone’s eyes as you two walked down the busy, candy-hunting neighborhood.

The air was crisp, houses lit up with jack-o’-lanterns, fake cobwebs, and skeletons. Children in costumes darted from house to house, filling the streets with laughter. It was a perfect Halloween night—until, as luck would have it, you spotted two familiar faces on the way to the next house. You recognized them—they were popular, always at the center of attention, and as they approached, you could see the smirks already forming.

One of them, dressed as something you couldn’t quite place, pulled out their phone. “Oh my God, look at this—Art! This is insane!” they laughed, snapping pictures of Medkit without a second thought. Meanwhile, their friend couldn’t help but stare at him, their grin wide.

“I’ve never seen anyone wear something like this before, rwab... and I thought I was fruity,” they snickered, their voice dripping with amusement.

With that, the pair ran off, dragging each other by the wrist, leaving you and Medkit standing there in the middle of the sidewalk. Medkit didn’t say a word. He just stood, frozen in disbelief, his face even redder than before, unable to process what had just happened.

For a moment, neither of you moved. Then, you turned to him, wondering how to break the silence.